My story starts when I was 7 years old. I was in second grade and there was a new girl in our class and I went and befriended her. She was really nice at first and I thought she was a good friend. But one day class she said, "We should break our arms so we dont have to do any work." But I told her no because I didnt want to get hurt and ruin my softball season. And a couple days later at recess she came up to me and told me she found a way to break our arms and again I told her I didnt want to. She looked at me and said, "If you dont jump off that slide and break your arm I'll kill you." I went home and cried and never siad anything to my parents and this went on for weeks. I started to fall into a depression and soon enough I did it. She was so proud of me like she was a real friend. And soon after she wanted me to break my leg or shed kill my family. And then it was to drink ink and eat a worm and it kept going on and I finally wanted to die. My mom started noticing how depressed I was and stuck my in therapy but I wouldnt talk for weeks. She scared me. When I did talk my mom was crying and my dad was crying so much he had to leave the room. The school wouldnt let us go anywhere near each other and I walked around that school for years afraid she was going to see me and hurt me again. In 6th grade I was bullied again but nothing like that. They just called me names and told me to die. And I started to self harm. In 7th and 8th grade I was hit almost everyday for 2 years. I came home with bruises and cuts and a lot of emotional pain. I wanted to die again. I didnt want to keep going through it day after day. Finally I told my mom and she didnt know what to say. She drove me to school everyday and picked me up everyday for a while until she moved my school. My new school was awful because I was one of the only white people there. When I moved the principle told me itd be that way but I got hit and called names still. It never got better. Now in 9th grade im in therapy and a good friend of mine was bullied to death. I didnt want to hurt so many people the way he did so I went and got help. The bullying never relly stopped but at least im getting help. And I have a good group of friends to support me. But my battle isnt over I just have someone to help me through it.