BEGINNINGS

It was a sunny day out in Trenton, New Jersey. I had just arrived back home from my daily walk in the park.  As I walked upstairs I called "Anybody home?"
"In here," answered my mother,  "How was your day?"
"Fine." I responded.
"Good, good." My mother said with slight sarcasm.
I sighed and walked to my room.
My day wasn't fine, at all. School went terribly. Trenton Central High, was the most awful school I believe I have ever stepped foot into.  I hated this city. I hated my school. If it weren't for my little sister, I wouldn't even allow myself to live.
My sister, Abigail, only 13, has helped me through so much in my life. Even that horrible—incident back two years ago.  
Two years ago, my freshman year at Trenton Central, everything went wrong. I went to the wrong classes and I constantly ran into people. It had gotten to a point where everyone ran into me on purpose. And they told me the wrong locker number just to watch me waste my time. I was a joke to them all. One day, things turned for the worst. I finally got my real locker information, but my best friend—well, what was my best friend— Jenna gave my locker combination to some of the kids making every day a nightmare. They had planted a knife and a lighter in the locker, the day of locker inspection. And I was suspended for the first semester. Half of the school today still thinks I was planning to use the knife for violent actions, because of Jenna spreading rumors about the whole thing.
Today, Jenna, and the boy who made my freshman year a nightmare, Carson, are dating, as they have been since that day. They work together as a team to ruin everything they can for me.
My parents do not believe me to this day about what had happened. Abigail did though, and so did Ayden—my brother.
Ayden is 14, and luckily for him, his freshman year has gone smoothly. Since he's in the 'cool' group with Jenna, and Carson, and others, all of those comments about freshman year, have vanished. But the memories were clearer than ever. I never speak to Jenna, or even glance at her. I had never felt more betrayed by anyone. High school can change a kid. For the best—or for the worse.