Hello my name is Sunny and here is my story. I was in the sixth grade and having to deal with the fact that one of my class mates died just a few months ago. You need to understand that I was raised in a very small town, where everyone knows everyone and there business. Anyway one of my classmates had just died in a horrible accident and I was trying to deal with that. One of the other guys Mike (not his real name) started sitting behind me in all of our classes. My god-brother sat on the other side of me when it started to happen. I was in Social Studies and I felt Mikes hand on my butt. He was reaching through the hole in the seat and touching and feeling my butt. I would move so that he couldn't touch me but he would find a way. One day he followed me home from school and held me down and touched me in places and in ways that made me cry. My mom and dad both worked and neither of them were home. My sister was still at eh school for extra activities and I was all alone. Mike finally left and I ran to my friends house who lived not far from me. I told her what happened and she made me tell her mom. Her mom said that I needed to coa dn tell my parnets. I told her that I would but I didn't know how, so I didn't. I went to school the next day and told my god-brother what happened. He was so made at me but he believed me. He told me that if I didn't tell a teacher then he would and it would be worse if he told them. So I told one of my teachers. She then told all the other teachers that we had at the time. I was so scared. The students had to know what had happend and why mike was in trouble. None of the other kids in my class ever believed me but my boyfriendat the time, Brandon. We were together for almost 6 years and only once did he ask me in those six years what happened that day. I told him and it seemed as if that were the reason we broke up, because he dumped me shortly after that. Mike was punished and I was forced to tell my parents what had happened. Mike left town two years later. My parnets and I have never discussed it. When I was a Senior in High School all the kids would say do you remember when Sunny said that Mike molestated her. My god-brother would tell them to shut-up because they didn't know what happened. My god-brother died almost 2 years ago and I still try to deal with the fact that the only person who ever believed me id dead. I saw mike several months ago and I thought I was going to be sick. He wanted to talk to me and I just walked away. I couldn't even hanlde what was happening around me. I have a very hard time trusting guys and don't really know how I am supposed to act around them. I have several guy frineds who have heard the story and say they belive me. But the man I am seeing know has tried to help me over come this situation. He has never forced himself on me and has always understood when I get alittle uneasy. He is a good man and I hae to daily remind myself that not all men are like Mike. Some men are very caring. Sometimes when I talk about Mike and the experience I cry and so does my boyfirend.