We found Sara's home number and spoke to her mom.

That day I went home and told my mom everything. I have never felt so alone, so hated, and so lost. I have never been so afraid of the world. In a matter of minutes, I had been impersonated and humiliated 3,000 miles away by a girl I didn't even know, my new 'friends' had shown their true colors, and the Band-Aid had been ripped off my new life in California. How could they think this was funny? How could they not see how hurt I was? Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, my 'friends' laughed at me and walked away.

I showed them the pictures, the disgusting comments, and the text messages. Each post hit my heart like a dagger.Īs this was unfolding, I was standing with my school friends. Let's call her 'Sara.' I wrote, 'I don't know who you are or why you are doing this, but why would you dress up as me for Halloween?'īut instead of apologizing or even ignoring me, she posted an image of my note to her on Facebook, which only garnered even MORE attention and even MORE brutal comments. I messaged the girl who dressed up as me. People were saying that I was 'disgusting and should die' or that I 'deserved all of this.'