The day I turned eighteen was on I'd much rather forget.
As I left for school that day.
Nobody said happy birthday to me and walking to school I felt crushed and began to cry.
When I got to school nothing really got better. Once I reminded my friends they said happy birthday to me.
After lunch that day I went my class and two girls began to pick on me. When that class was over I they began to throw things at me as I walked down the hallway.
Walking in to my last class of the day I sat down. My friends began to ask what was going on. Thats when I lost it and began to cry.
I sat in the teachers office and pulled myself together. Then I began to tell them what was going on.
Then told me not to worry and that everything would be OK.
The one good thing about that day is that one friend remembered and made me a card and wrote me a letter and put it with the card.
