Evaporated Self Esteem

Evaporated Self Esteem. It slips through my fingers as from another
point of view someone watches, laughing. The short kid, the funny kid,
the clever kid, the non-sporty kid, the basically friendly kid that
doesn't really know how to be cool but is okay is what I was thought
of. Note the differences: the midget kid, the wannabe, the boff, the
can't-do-sports kid, the kid that wouldn't know cool if it hit her in
the face. Yeah. That's what the 'best m8' did to me in 2 short weeks.
Call me paranoid, but noone on this planet believes that my best m8
would do such a thing. She's a prefect, a house captain, the kind
that'll always hand in their homework ages before its due and smile at
the teachers. The type that will manage to remain on the boundaries of
'popular' but on a very thin line that keeps on moving. And I was just
another tool for her to get that line well behind her. First step:
Humiliation. Geeky boy in class, DK. Guess what is sent around 40+
desks. DK for ME. Ouch. She says sorry. I think all is OK.
Until...

'Did u call us poufs? Did you call her a tart?' these are other kids,
mislead by her. Blackmail started. She knows my secrets. I trusted her.
She's using them. No-one believes me. It's nearly the end of the year.
Nearly the end of Primary School. My parents won't do anything.
Anything. That's why I've been taking it out on Mum. Because of her.
Because of the way I feel right now - tortured, pained, embarassed,
humiliated, friendless. Yeah. Two short weeks. Won't someone believe
me?