I had always been excited for school when I was little,but it turned out to be a growing nightmare. From the kindergarten kid who just wanted to be coolest to the preps, they bullied me. I am currently in 7th grade (almost 8th) and age 13 when I moved from Shafer Middle School. I never knew what went wrong because I'm always bullied for being "strange, too smart, not girly enough" at that school. It was only verbal bullying, but it hurt so much to be pointed out that I'm different. I never let them see me weak, so I walked away and be mad at EVERYONE. No teacher knew of the outgoing war between victim and bully. I continued on like this for two years with my friends. I never once considered suicide or abuse to myself because I felt like I should be by my friends' sides. My friends were also bullied since we were the strange group in our class, but we stuck together like glue and showed we're not afraid to be who we are. At Macon Middle School though, the terror still lives. I feel alone again without my understanding friends. I feel sad whenever my friends witness the bullying right in front of their eyes. I start to wonder, are they even friends?