A/N I have decided to repost the story of my friend Angela. sense I had taken it down several months back. I want all to know this story, in hope that by reading this you would help fight to end this endless curse. And if you can see if you can find the song 'Dead and Gone' I think that it is very much what I felt sense loosing her and still do.

"Verse is stronger then abuse." as Angela would say. 

Feb 18 2016

When most hear about bullying, they think of stuff on the news and that it is in far off places. They think 'Hay that would never happen here.' I know that it happens locally, because it has affected me.

I have gone to the same school for three years now, the last two without my best friend. Angela has left and she will never come to class with me again.

Two years ago on April 25th we went in to school so she could get help for pre Algabra. After about an hour we took a brake and she went to get a snack. I thought nothing of it and opened my book to read. I got engulfed in my book that time flew on wings. At six my teacher handed me Angela's bag and showed me out the door. I told her Angela was missing. 'See Miss her books are still on the table and this is her bag.' We went to the kitchen to find the doors locked. The cafeteria was locked too. The cafeteria was never locked, never ever. We got the janitor to open it. Rope over the rafters, Angela hung. Medics came but she long gone.

Every one knew she was gone the next day. She never took a sick day, and she was a star student. I found it funny that the gang called 'Perfect Preps' laughed at everyone and insisted she must have been sick. None of them bereaved me, that was until Saturday. They passed the graveyard and saw me at the funeral.

They knew I would take revenge. I always do. On Monday they begged and bribed me and some other students to forgive them. They clamed that they had 'some harmless fun. Really she enjoyed our company.' I found out that when I wasn't there they tormented her. Clothing in the toilet during gym, food dumped on her at lunch, put frog guts in the locker, giving her the miserable bob cut. They made her life a living hell and they loved it, until I found out. When something happen to the Alber kid, well the red head anger comes out.

Today she would be the prized Sophomore, the one in the newspaper, not me. But she isn't, she still lives on in our memories. We have a locker in the high school, we painted it neon pink, but you never see the paint. In the locker are textbooks with pink covers, notebooks with cats and every thing she needs. Her books are alphabetized like she always dose, her gym uniform hangs in the back, and her laptop sits on the shelf. Every inch of the door is covered in pink and purple notes, things we wanted to tell her. Boys write to ask her to dances, party requests, asking for advise. Girls write down the latest news and ask her to come to the salon. We all write saying we miss her, we all do.

The idiots in the gang still walk with heads high. Down the halls and prancing in the mall. But when forced to walk down the rows of lockers they hang their heads and shut up. They never quiet down unless they stand in the lockered halls. As they shuffle down the hall we part for them, we see regret and sorrow in their eyes, I hope it stays. As much as I don't want to remember, I saver how regret lingers in the girl gangs eyes. They made themselves a living hell, they killed the most well loved girl. They mutter sorry and still offer us money, witch is turned away with anger. Many of us turn the girls friendship away and remind them of how they murdered 'Angela the Angle'.

Their innocent fun caused us to hate them. If they never drove the sweet friend I loved to death, I may have offered my friend ship to them, but the deal is done. Her unwanted departure made the rest of us realize we needed each other, and that we needed her, we still do.

I want every one who reads this to write something under the tag #nomorebullying. Not only dose this story affect my school and me but it affects you too. Bullying affects everyone. It always dose, I hope it ends, and it doesn't end Angela's way.