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belive..........by Megan Schwartz

CHAPTER 1: I didn't think bullying happened that much.....until i t happened to me. That person that makes life missrible just because your different. people say its good to be different, but not to me. being different means your the out cast. the one no one likes because of that differentcy. people always say not to let it get to you, but that's the hardest part especially when it just keeps coming back to you. this might be all in my head. but that's ok for you to know because you don't know me. but, that will be changed. my name is Gabrielle Carlile Tompson, but you can call me Gabbi. im not saying i have the worst life...like im not homeless..my both my parents are alive and together...im still alive clearly. But i DO NOT for sure have the best life...like going to the mall every weekend and spending like 100$ on shoes or i dont have a biddazled iphone like everyone else. but i learned now that thats ok not to have that stuff. i cant tell you why yet. it has to be from the beginning for you to understand so i will start from there. CHAPTER 2: It all starts may 23, 2004. thats the day i was born to two lovable parents. mt dads name is steve jacob tompson. my moms name is carly brinn (stanly) tompson. i had a nice life then. living in an apertment with a really nice tv. my own bedroom. my dad was a bartender at a local pub and my mom was the nany to a really rich family. it was a nice life, all we needed. but then when i was five years old something terrible happened. my mom told i was going to be a big sisster. i really wanted to be the only chiled. i felt like i was going to be left out of the family sence they had to pay attention to the new baby. but something even worse happened. my mom told me 2 weeks later that i was going to be a boy. i didnt want a brother. the house would be smelly and it would be filled with toys.....toys that arent mine!! there was the day. the day my brother was born. november 2, 2009. jacob patrick tompson was born. CHAPTER 3: my brother was born. but it was two years later that all the problems started happening. my brother was two years old and still couldnt talk. we've tried to teach him all we could. he doesnt make any noises exept for when he crys (witch is alot!!). january 29, 2011, we foundout jacob was autistic. i didnt know how to feel. he didnt feel like my brother anymore. i dont even know why. but thats not the biggrst thing. my mom had to quit her nannying job just to take care of him. so we got less and less money. i dint know how to cope with it. i also didnt know that i could lose two best friends in one day just because of jacob. my best friends stacy and claire walked up to me one day and said that they couldnt be mt friends anymore because my brother made them feel weird. but i know thats not why they left. they left because im diffrent. because there sibblings are normal unlike mine. that year for my birthday know one came to my party. so no presents there. my parents werent origanly going to get me anything because they thaought i would get presents then, but sence i didnt they got me one thing. but that one thing ment the world to me. it was a locket that had the word belive across it in beauiful writing.