My story starts out when I was in second grade. I wasn't so smart, I was short, I was fat, and I had no friends. Even as a little girl, I had to learn how to defend myself, even if it came to the conclusion of physical defense. I was bullied from second grade until seventh grade. I had spent five to six years being bullied. I did tell my parents and we had gone to the principal for help. Same old smile and phrase, "we'll do the best we can to fix this situation." In reality, they could care less about one child out of the hundreds in the school. I had fallen into depression, I had suicidal thoughts and I was a cutter; I still am. Today, I'm in the eighth grade with a whole new different attitude towards the idea of bullying. I have new friends, I'm in a new school and I'm glad I survived the times I tried to commit suicide. I realized that I could make a difference if I just stand up for those who can't.
my eyes opened after all these years
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