My Path to Becoming a Mean Girl

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Sitting in a prison cell filled with criminals isn't fun. I mean I'm not a criminal. No matter what anyone says I'M not the criminal. At least I don't think I am. I mean the one's that pushed me to this are the criminals, not me. I wouldn't have done it if they wouldn't have pushed me here. I wouldn't have done what I did.It all started in third grade. I just moved to Illinois from California. I know, I know what a horrible downgrade. My father was in the military at the time and that's where he was stationed. Why did it have to be Illinois? In that exact location. Maybe things wouldn't be like they are now if we never moved to Illinois. If I never met Lauren Jefferson. Lauren Jefferson, I never knew the devil until I met her. Even in third grade she had her horns. I heard she earned them by kindergarten. People said she used to make the teacher cry. Now if that isn't scary I don't know what is. Enough about her and more about me. Obviously you guys are wondering why I'm in a jail cell with actual criminals right now. Well it all starts in third-grade. I walked into my new class. Now my family was never rich. So that day I walked in with a boys t-shirt and ripped leggings on. Yeah, not my best choice of outfit. Although I got to get rid of it. That is thanks to Lauren.I went to sit at my seat, next to Lauren of course. As I sit down, Lauren takes her red fruit punch and pours it down my shirt. I was so humiliated. But this is the part that makes all of that seem just a bit better. Camilla Wells was the best part of that day. After Lauren poured the punch down my shirt Camilla ran over and gave me her jacket to cover it up. From that day forward we were inseparable. We never were not near each other. That also caused a lot of conflict. Not between us but between us and the others. We started to get bullied for how we looked, talked, ate, anything you could imagine. We would tell the teachers and our parents, anyone who would listen, we would tell. I mean they would listen all right but they wouldn't do a damn thing about it. We never understood that at all. Eventually we just stopped talking about it and took all the bullying. We didn't even talk about it with each other. By the time we entered middle school it got even worse. More kids went to that school which meant that there were more kids to bully us. It never stopped, day and night people would find a way to make us feel useless and unwanted. We could never go to any dances or school events it got so bad. We were afraid to leave the house because we thought we were going to run into a kid from school. Now when we got into high school it actually got better. At least for me. Freshman year was actually pretty good. There were a bunch of new kids so we weren't the only ones with targets on our backs. We were actually able to avoid Lauren and her squad all year and go to homecoming and school events. That was until next year. Our sophomore year Camilla and I had first period with Lauren. That's when all the fun started again. Lauren had "suddenly" remembered about our existence. Oh I forgot to mention we've been neighbors for five years! So it's not like she thought I was dead. That year her crew was bigger and "better". They started to make hate pages for us on Twitter and Instagram. They would do the "classic" move and steal our clothes in the locker room and trip us in the hallway. It was terrifying. Many days I thought they all were going to kill us like some of them had said they would. We should have really told the police but no one had listened before. Why would they now? Think things couldn't get any worse? You thought wrong. Things only went downhill. You would think by this time people would have gotten a life now but no. Junior year the words only got harsher and things even got physical. I often came home with black and blue skin. I never knew what I did to Lauren to make her and her friends treat me that way. One thing I know about Lauren is she doesn't stop until there is blood and that's exactly what she did.

(Okay this is my first story I've posted so tell me what you think and if I should continue it?)