For many years now bullying has always been the side kick to suicide... In the recent years bullying and suicide have came the top villains when it comes to violence. As technology advances so does the way kids and teenagers bully. As we get older our group of friends changes, it gets bigger or smaller as you find where you fight in at on the social chain and sometimes the person you grew up with your whole life suddenly acts like you don't exist anymore. You don't know what you did for that person not to talk to you or answer your texts, you world comes crashing down and becomes turned upside down. Then one day your phone lights up with a text from that person but it's not what you expect it to say.... She tells you that no one likes you and that you should go kill yourself. As the days go on the texts get more frequent, it starts on social media as her "new friends" join in. You feel like you're alone in this giant world with no where to go or someone to talk to. You go home that afternoon after school feeling like you can't deal with it anymore. As you wonder why your best friend, your person hates you you decide to end your life. You wake up in the hospital a week later to cards and flowers surrounding your bed from people at school telling you how much they miss you and want you to come back to school. You sit there wondering why aren't I dead and then it hits you as you realize you didn't die because God wasn't ready for you to come home yet.

From a very young age our parents teach us to be kind to others and how we shouldn't judge a book by its cover because what's on the inside could be amazing! See I've been the girl on both sides of the spectrum, the one who everyone loved and thought so highly of and the one who constantly cried herself to sleep at night wondering how people could be so hurtful and wanting to end her life. When I was the bully I picked on this girl who used to be my best friend. I got in this mind frame that she wasn't pretty enough or high enough to on the social chain to be friends with me, because she didn't wear the same expensive clothes as me and like the same things as me, but I was wrong. The girl who I was messing with was having a hard time at home too and I didn't know that she never told me. When I found out about how bad her life had gotten at home I felt so terrible. I started to ask her why she never told me but I stopped. Why would she tell me. I made her life a living hell for the past few months. After my mom found out I

1. Got in to so much trouble

2. Had to write her a letter about how sorry I was

3. Deliver it to her at her house and apologize in person to.

I never became friends with the girl again but I also stopped judging books by their covers and thinking I was the most amazing thing to walk the earth. Life is hard enough and we don't need our "best friends" or peers to make it worse.