People say I'm a fake. A Liar. A Snitch. That it's part of my nature. They don't know. They don't know. They don't know my thoughts deep down inside. Hating yourself Isn't fun. Being excluded from everyone Isn't fun. The people who protected me from all that hate had left to start a new life while i continue mine. I wish I could tell someone. But i can't. They'll think I'm weak and pathetic. Just like everyone else. So what's the point? The only help i get is from her. Her and the razor in the bathroom. It's wrong I know that. We did an assembly on the subject. But it's a way of getting all of that anger and negativity out into the open without anyone knowing. I put on a brave face on for David and Max (my younger brothers) for their sake. My sister knows there's something up and she knows I've got something bottled up.
           
                  I'm Lauria Lee
                  And this is my story