Hi, my name is Rachel and i am now 15 years old. In grade 7, i moved and switched schools. Honestly, i thought it was going to be amazing because i wouldve gotten knew friends. Yes, i did, but i also got bullies too. I got called a lot of names and it hurt me a lot. I didnt do anything because i thought it would stop...but it didnt. I started to slowly lose some friends here and there. I eventually started to burn myself. But again, i didnt tell anyone. It was mainly these three boys that bullied me pretty much every single day. I got too upset one day and told my dad. He told me that i was better than them and to just be strong and keep my friends close. This bullying went on into grade 8. While still in grade 7, one day i was walking home for lunch. I was walking on the left side of the road, while two of the boys that bullied me, were on the right side. Now this was a rather wide, busy road. I had my backpack on, and i noticed something hit it. I looked around and nothing was there so i didnt pay much again. Then it happened again, and again and again. Then i started feeling it on my leg. I realized that what i was feeling, were rocks being thrown at me from the boys on the other side of the road. I tried to act like i didnt notice, until they threw a rather big, pointy, rock covered in dirt. I gasped and automatically started to cry because of the pain. I looked at my arm. There was an automatic purple bruise and it was swollen and it was bleeding. The saw what they did and they ran down a street. i continued to walk home, and my brothers girlfriend was there. I showed her and told her what happened and she called my dad. He came and picked me up and we went to my schools office right away. Long story short, my school did nothing but give them a warning. But yet, the bullying still went on into grade 8...but when highschool started, they didnt even look at me. It was finally over. Nothing happened to me ever again.