it all started about 8 years ago when i was in 5th grade. i was a normal kid, i had friends. but i had an unusual problem when i had to go to the bathroom. it was a medical problem. we talked to my teacher saying i had this issue and i had to go when i had to. it started with her, my teacher. she would poke and make fun of me in front of the whole class. she would deny me the ability to go to the bathroom. i eventually had to have surgery on it but through that time she would bully me, the adult that is supposed to be against it, she started it all. then the students started to see that it was "ok" to pick on me. then i started to lose those friends i had, people didnt want to hang out with the weird kid. we tried everything to get them to stop, talked to the teacher, talked to the principle, nothing helped. it took going higher up than the principle to get any hep, they couldnt fire her because she was tenured, so they told her she had to step down from teacher to a school librarian. it was hurtful, but not the worst of it. they only called names and made fun of me in the 5th grade. once i got into middle school, then things escalated from there. from then on i couldnt even go walking around my neighborhood without someone coming after me. i was in fights all the time, felt like everyday actually. i stood up for myself, i always did. but that old saying stick up for yourself and they will stop...not always works. what happened to me was it got worse. i would be on the bus by myself in my seat, then kids my age and older kids would start hitting me, smacking things out of my hand, i would tell them to stop and they wouldnt. the bus driver even saw this and i looked at him and he only laughed at me. i moved a seat once because i was tired of them and the bus driver yelled at me! when other kids are standing up and in the hall. no he yells only at me. then i knew he wouldnt help at all, it took me standing up when the bus is moving and yelling at the kids for the bus driver to finally help me. at school i would always be either in a fight, or someone antagonizing, or someone pushing me or hitting me. i couldnt go a single day without it, it got to the point where i didnt even want to go to school anymore, i would pretend i was sick just because i didnt want to go. in 7th grade is when it got to its worse. one of me few "friends" had a fight with me and then his mother came to my house sitting in her car and yelling through my front door to my disabled mother to come out and face her. who does that? threatens a disabled person. some cold person does. then my dad came out and stood at the window and tried talking to her and his arm was on her car while talking and she hit the gas almost taking my dads arm out with it. and again i lost another "friend". also i would go pick up my little sister from school, she was only 8-9 years old at the time, and while im waiting at the school, the bullies would come just to pick another fight with me, they hunted me down. i would have fights on a different schools property while having to pick up my sister. and if it wasnt that then it was when im walking home with her and they would follow us home, call me names, and throw rocks at me and my sister. thats about when i snapped. you dont threaten my family. after that he got more people to be with him when he instigates me. the final straw with everything was when i saw them walk by my grandparents motor home and they vandalized it with grafitti. i hunted them down but before i did that i told my sister to tell my mom ill be right back. they ran away because they knew they were caught. and as im face to face with three of them, about ready to have another fight, my big brother pulls up to the side and gets out and starts chewing these kids out, and i found the spray paint can they used, they tossed it out so they wouldnt get caught. we pressed charges and they had to write a letter to my grandparents apologizing. that was the final straw. my family said its time to move. they pulled me out of school, and was looking for a house that next day. i moved around the beginning of 8th grade, i walked into my new school and my first class and two people immediately welcomed me over, that made me feel amazing, i actually felt like everything is gonna be ok now. my advice to everyone is dont ever give up, when you are down at your worst and you feel nothing is gonna happen, it will get better. i am now going into my senior year in highschool without a single bully problem. it gets easier believe me. do not give up hope.