When I was in sixth grade, 11 yrs old, I was first starting middle school. I knew I would get bullies, but I didn't know I would get bullied that badly. I was called really mean things and it lead me to self harm. I know now that self harm is not the way to go, but that felt like the only escape. I would cry everyday, and I was so happy when 6th grade ended. Then I started 7th grade and the bullying stopped for a little, but then it came back. I was hit once or twice but I didn't cry, I didn't self harm, I stood up for my self, then, glad fully, the bullying stopped.