I never asked you to sit by me on the bus, and I didn't ask you to be my friend. I didn't ask you to touch me, and you didn't ask me if you could. I didn't ask for your mother's apology, nor did I ask for her name calling, or anyone else's. I didn't ask to be the one out of six, but I'm glad the other five it could have been are living peacefully. You ruined my life in less than half an hour. I will NEVER forget the feeling of not being in control of my body, and I won't forget the way I froze when I felt your hand on my thigh. I walked off the bus that day a different person, and I planned to stay quiet until someone else spoke up. When I was brought in for questioning, I couldn't help but cry. For over an hour they told me they would do something, and that YOU would be the one paying for it. Within one day the entire school knew what happened; except they didn't know what happened at all. I was the one being called names, I was the one that was told "the camera on the bus wasn't on, so there's no evidence," and that I wasn't to speak of it to anyone. I wasn't even allowed to talk about it even if I didn't mention your name.

From that point on I knew I was never going to have the reputation I deserved, and neither were you. I had class with you, and you were never supposed to be put with me. Instead of making YOU switch, they told me I could. Instead, I chose to stay and make you deal with what you did because you always denied it. You and I know what happened, and only you and I. I never asked for it to be this way, but you didn't give me a choice. Luckily for me, that's the only thing you got to decide for me; I get to choose to come out a stronger person, and that's exactly what I'm doing.