MY STORY PART THREE- 7th GRADE

ok first... I want to start off by saying I take FULL responsibility for ALL my actions. My parents are GREAT parents and it is NOT their fault. They did try to help me. I remember looong talks at night in their room, with them trying to figure out whats going on in my life. And how my mom would go out of her way to take me to Arkansas on a Girls retreat. Or just her baking cookies for me cause I had a bad day at school. I even remember one specific day at school I was having a horrible day and my mom came and checked me out and we went shopping and out to eat. I thought I had the coolest mom ever! :) and I do.
I just dont want any of you to look at my story and judge my parents for my actions. I am a person and it was my responsibility for the deicisions I made. I wouldnt trade them for the world!

Anyways, back to the story...
soo.. 7th grade was worse. Ohh the bus rides! I was pretty much kept to myself on the bus, I didnt like anyone who rode with me, so I would ride a few rows from the back by myself every morning and every afternoon just listening to my music. Well.. after a couple weeks into school this boy name Eric, who is one grade higher than me, started sitting by me. He was the loud one, the jock, the annoying guy everyone likes and thinks is cool, the class clown. Well, he would sit by me and try to joke with me, being the shy side of wendy I would just giggle and play along, not really showing any intrest or emotion. He saw how I was shy, how I was scared, and he knew he could take advantage of that. He would make it a daily routine to sit next to me and put his back-pack on his lap so no one could see he was touching me. I would always try to make excuses, like it was that time of the month, etc. But he wouldnt fall for it all the time. It then just became something I had to deal with. He would try every morning, and every afternoon.

Also in my science class there was a guy named David. He was always looking for ways he could get his hands on me. He sat directly behind me and the seats had holes in the back. He would try to touch my butt or when I would check out to go to the library or bathroom, he would immediatly check out too and trap me in the hall. He was obbessed with boobs and butts! He was a perve. And by having both of these guys, every single day, touching me, made me feel like that was my purpose. I felt soo dirty, for I was only in 7th grade!! Other girls havent even had their first kiss yet, and I was already far beyond that.

I was still 'technically' Reggie's girlfriend. But with the physical, came the fighting. We were constantly cheating on each other. It was not a healthy relationship. (our parents wouldnt let us date.. but we just hid it from them) At school I was basically a slut.. getting popular for all the wrong reasons. At church, I was your sinless girl who did everything right. I lived a VERY doubled life! At school, I never even mentioned I had a boyfriend, and would constantly have multiple ones at a time.

This was one of the hardest years for me. The cutting kept one, the physical attraction from guys got worse, and I was stuffing everything that was going on. I didnt want to talk about to anyone. I knew how to be fake, how to trick people into thinking I was ok.


My parents tried everything they could to get me help, they took me to counseling, had talks with me, would be in my buisness and sometimes (overly)protective. I know all of this was out of love and care for their little girl. They didnt want me to go through anything I did!

Next will be 8th grade, thank you for reading!