Did it all start here?

They are about 11 years old, she is tall for her age, all the boys make fun of her, and she fight them off or she hides in the libarary. She loves the libarary, the smell of books makes her calm, she escapes the world on the pages of great masters. She has been around the world on the back of Victor Hugo, Jules Verne and even some perverted pre-historical love with Jean M. Auel.  Her  best friends are no longer best friends,  they have new best friends, that are prettier, they stick their heads together, whisper and giggle. She doesn't really know how to giggle or what there is to giggle about, she always felt quite hopeless. She had her mother take her and get her ears pierced to fit in, it was painful, and her father got her little gold studs to replace the plastic ones. 
The older boys had some respect for her, she fought hard and quick. She didn’t really care about the bruises, some thought she might be a little crazy. It was only the words that would hurt her "You are ugly"  “No boy will ever like you”
She still sometimes would imagine what it would be to have one of the boys come up to her an slip her a note saying “I like you, you wanna be my girlfriend”. She read epic love stories, she did hate Jane Austen. Her mother told her she was beautiful, but that is a mothers job. Her father told her it was ok to be tall, lanky, men liked that too, but he also told her that women was a little dumber and she always had to be a good girl.

She was a good girl, she did everything right and her mother told her that one day everone would grow up, and it be different then.