For some, high school was the best years of their life. For me, it was torture. I was picked on relentlessly, to the point I longed to leave my life behind and start fresh. One person was a bright light in the storm of high school hell, but I was just too afraid to tell her how I felt. Going to college, away from the people in my town, allowed me to soar. After a freak accident, I had to find an alternative way to pay for...