Why Me

Chapter 1: My Name is...

Dear Diary,

So my therapist suggested that I make and keep a diary. I feel like it's pretty dumb but he told me that he was going to ask for a new entry each day. My mom is making me visit him because I've apparently been acting weird.

School...has been rough for me. I'm like every other normal teenage girl. I wake up, do my makeup and go to school, but school is my living hell. As soon as I walk into the halls this is all I hear:
"Slut."
"Whore."
"Wannabe."
"You'll never be like us, just get away from us."

These are just a few things they say to me. I've had some thoughts in my head of ending it all. The only thing that kept me from doing it is my faith. It just seemed to changed the way I looked at life.

I'm not saying that I am a holy child and full of religion because I'm not. I believe that there is a God I just choose not to worship him by going to church every Sunday and Wednesday. Mom has made me feel the most human I've felt but, I still don't quite feel like me...

"Jenny! Get down here you're gonna be late for school!"

"Uh... Yeah, coming Mom!" I yelled back down to my mom who was downstairs waiting for me to get downstairs so she could take me to hell. I never told my mom about anything that happens to be at school because there was nothing I wanted to tell her, it would only make things worse.

I grab my journal that I had started writing in and put it in my bag along with my other school books and journals. I swing my bag over my shoulder and look at my appearance in the mirror. I was a short girl with short brown hair. I wore makeup now since I am of age now. My eyes have only a basic makeup that I felt looked good on me.

My name is Jenny Kate and I'm 13 years old... welcome to my life that I call hell.

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(Small introduction to the story.)