So, yes. I know what your all thinking, what's up with the title right? Well I'll have you know... I don't know. I know one of them is my name, the other is a planet of some sort.
Alright on with it. My name is either Juniper, Jupiter or Junifer I'm not for sure.
The reason I don't know?
Here's where our story starts.
I'm from... somewhere in America, I think Oregon. I'm 15 years of age, or would be. And I killed myself.
Now, don't get too excited or shocked or heart broken. We all- and by all I mean all- saw it coming.
My brother, my sister, best friend, my mom, my dad, basically the whole town saw it.
The reasons why?
1. I had absolutely no friend besides Remo. He's a great guy.
By absolutely no friends I mean, I had my sister' phone number, my dad's, Mom's, my brother's, family members, and no one else from school or activities, saved in my phone besides Remo.
2. Sure that could mean a lot of things like, I just don't have their numbers saved. And of course I don't. But I would if anyone ever gave me their's... but they don't.
3. I have not said a word to anyone in my grade besides Remo since
8th grade.
4. No one in my grade or higher had talked to me since the summer of 9th grade.
5. I was quite the loner.
And 6? There's no six, it ends at 5.
On with it then right ladies and gents?
Well it all started 8th grade year, I was the only girl in my grade that wasn't built like a little boy. You take off the girls' push up bras and the gender reveal balloons come out with 'it's a boy' written on them.
I had c- cup boobs, and let's just say your girl was thicker than a bowl of Quaker-oats. I wasn't complaining, boys weren't complaining but girls are , pardon me, bitches. They're rude and disgusting. So of course they took it upon themselves to call me fat, a pig, and elephant and the occasional Harambe. I didn't mind it because words are words and at least I was confident. Boys got in on it too, they went in, that's what got me. I had friends back then, their names I remember. Remo, Kennedy, Ty, and Farrah. We all got along and when kids would come along and insult me they would back me up and defend me like the good friends I thought they were.
My friends and I got through 8th grade and the awkward stage and I was ready to be done with the bullying and move on from it.
