When you finish Elementary School, you're so excited to move on up into the "big kid world" and it's so exciting to you, and you think it'll be great. You'll think you'll be popular and everyone will love you, but what you don't realize is that people are judgmental, and they're mean. I was a very hyperactive child, especially 6th-8th grade, and I was made fun of. Never to my face, but the way people treated me... You could tell they were not the best "friends". In 6th grade, this guy that I a crush on asked me out, and I said "Yes." And then he told me he was kidding, and everyone laughed. I was "friends" with these people, but yet again I knew we weren't "friends", or at least the friends you're supposed to have. It got a little better once I got to high school. The second half of freshman year, I found some incredibly great friends that I hope will be with me for the rest of high school or maybe even through my entire life, but I hope I can realize other people's hurt unlike how no one saw mine.