Sweet thing, what you don't deserve is the pack of WOLVES the adults around you are laughingly calling "classmates."

I have been you!! Honest!! Chin up, IT GETS BETTER! (These are nowhere NEAR the "best days of your life." Yuck!)  Let me walk through your post a little bit...this is all coming from a thirty-something mom of two, so bear with me....

>>First off, I am diagnosed with severe anxiety.

Um...yeah! You undoubtedly feel like a hunted animal. Anyone would feel severe anxiety about that! I was SO there. I was 12, just started what was termed "Junior High School." It. Was. BRUTAL. I felt physically sick every single morning, knowing what I would have to face that day.

>> Everyone from this one school hates me and picks on me, except for like one or two people.

Yup! BTDT, totally. Let's see...they tripped me, they stole my textbooks for fun, deflated my bike tires for the sheer joy of it, stole my clothes out of the gym (we were forced to take showers after gym class, so while I'm wet and naked and DYING of embarrassment, they figure how cool would it be to steal my clothes), physically punched me and slammed me into my locker, and then there are all those horrible little things, so innumerable you can't even remember them all. The name-calling, the spitballs, the countless ways they find to make fun of you and cause you to feel less than worthwhile. Oh, I'm intimately familiar with it all! There were only two people in the entire school less popular than I was, and I had only one friend, so I think you're ahead of me so far! (By the way, I still have that one friend, after more than 20 years. Now we're both moms with kids of our own, and we have both kept our kids out of school from Day 1, we both homeschool. Wonder why, eh?)

>>I've told on them to my counselor. We are thinking how to stop them.

I hate to say this, but in my experience, there is no way to stop them. Once they find a target, that's it. You're branded. If it helps, I don't even think it's personal. They don't actually hate you; like a pack of wolves, they simply need something to chase. You happened to cross their path.

>> She is now friends with some girls that are really mean to me.

Then she hasn't got a clue what a friend is. I'm sorry she turned out to be like that. :-(  She may even be sorry, too, but can't say it.

>>Since I was crying, my mom was also crying.

Of course she was. You really don't understand what parents feel until you become a parent yourself....you may THINK you do, but you have no clue. Your child is the one person you would stand in front of the firing squad for...parents are torn in seventeen directions at once, and the ONLY thing they want is to do What Is Best For You. Sadly, we parents don't always know what that is, so we fight with ourselves internally and suffer right along with our kids. And as our kids get older, their problems get harder and harder to solve. You can kiss the two year old's boo-boo and make it better, but what happens when your kid is suddenly in middle school and finds themselves the target of the whole school? What then? Suddenly it's not so easy.

>>I have like seven friends, that's it.

Actually, that's pretty good. I think I have fewer than seven friends...four pretty good people I feel like I could lean on if I needed to, and probably a handful of other acquaintances. Not quite friends, per se, but people I have something in common with and who wouldn't think it was totally weird that I'm talking to them.

You don't need hordes of friends. Just one incredibly good one can get you through.

>>My mom said she could send me to a new school, so I can kind of start fresh.

That's what I did. I spent six months in the School From Hades and my dad got me transferred to a different school. It was much smaller, and more challenging academically. I had been failing my classes due to the stress of the school, and made the honor roll in the new one. It was ok, I probably would have been suicidal if I'd stayed behind. But once that ended I was back in the regular high school with the jackals, and I had just plain old learned to hate school. I cut class...A LOT. (I missed 30 days in a single quarter...not a semester, a quarter.) My grades didn't suffer, it wasn't the work that was hard. It was dealing with the idiots that got me down. I still had a tiny handful of friends, but the really good one moved away my Junior year and the ones I thought were friends turned out not to be very nice at all. (They drove nails into my car tires on graduation morning. Isn't that nice of them?)

>>Do you think I deserve homeschooling?

What's to deserve? Do you think it sounds good? Would you like to try it?

My ultimate opinion is GET OUT, NOW!!! Be free, be inspired, the world is a huge place, school is so tiny, so fake. Ick!

Please look at the resources I'm going to list for you. Share them with your parents. Think of these few days off as time to Plan Your Escape. What if you could? What if you did? What if you simply Never Went Back? What if you snuck into school early tomorrow or Friday, or stayed late on Friday and cleaned out your locker, left your textbooks in there and walked out, never to return? Does the thought scare you? Make you feel giddy with happiness? How does your gut react?

And what's the worst thing that could happen? Why, if the whole thing falls to earth in flaming, crashing ruin, you would simply...return to school. That one, or a different one. Doesn't matter. You can always, always, always go back.

This affected me quite a bit when I read it. It's a poem written by a high school senior in Alton, Illinois, two weeks before he committed suicide:

BOOKS (your library should have this, ask the librarian! This is a fun one to read):

The Teenage Liberation Handbook: How to Quit School and Get a Real Life and Education

by Grace Llewellyn

"Did your guidance counselor ever tell you to consider quitting school? That you have other choices, quite beyond lifelong hamburger flipping or inner-city crack dealing? That legally you can find a way out of school, that once you're out you'll learn and grow better, faster, and more naturally than you ever did in school, that there are zillions of alternatives, that you can quit school and still go to A Good College and even have a Real Life in the Suburbs if you so desire? Just in case your counselor never told you these things, I'm going to. That's what this book is for."

Why Nerds Are Unpopular

http://www.paulgraham.com/nerds.html

"Public school teachers are in much the same position as prison wardens. Wardens' main concern is to keep the prisoners on the premises. They also need to keep them fed, and as far as possible prevent them from killing one another. Beyond that, they want to have as little to do with the prisoners as possible, so they leave them to create whatever social organization they want. From what I've read, the society that the prisoners create is warped, savage, and pervasive, and it is no fun to be at the bottom of it.

In outline, it was the same at the schools I went to. The most important thing was to stay on the premises. While there, the authorities fed you, prevented overt violence, and made some effort to teach you something. But beyond that they didn't want to have too much to do with the kids. Like prison wardens, the teachers mostly left us to ourselves. And, like prisoners, the culture we created was barbaric."

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If you're especially scholarly, you might want to read this book--or your parents might like to read it:

An Underground History of American Education

by John Taylor Gatto

(free online:  http://www.johntaylorgatto.com/chapters/index.htm )

"That’s the secret behind short-answer tests, bells, uniform time blocks, age grading, standardization, and all the rest of the school religion punishing our nation. There isn’t a right way to become educated; there are as many ways as fingerprints. We don’t need state-certified teachers to make education happen—that probably guarantees it won’t.

How much more evidence is necessary? Good schools don’t need more money or a longer year; they need real free-market choices, variety that speaks to every need and runs risks. We don’t need a national curriculum or national testing either. Both initiatives arise from ignorance of how people learn or deliberate indifference to it. I can’t teach this way any longer. If you hear of a job where I don’t have to hurt kids to make a living, let me know. Come fall I’ll be looking for work."