a few years ago, when i was a sixth grader, i went to a private school. it was a pretty small school and even so i was an outsider. i was differnt from all the other kids. i never quite new why, i guess its just me. at first i never noticed anything. within a few days i began to notice the whispers and the looks. i was teased and rejected everyday and on the days i wasn't, i seeked for their approval. i felt that i could change and be better and they would like me. i am ashamed of this now. one day while all the kids were playing out in the yard, i was invited to play. excited i agreed and before i knew it i was being tied up in a thick rope around my waste and chest. many kids began running and pulling the rope and i began to spin and run along otherwise i would fall. i was so scared, we were going soo fast. suddenly more and more kids raced out to pull on the rope and in an instant, they all tugged together and i fell on my head. all i remember after that was the sound of their  laughter. for 2 years, 2 long horrible years, i was teased and hurt and no matter how hard i tried, i was not good enough. now i am strong. i will never ,for as long as i live , let ANYONE be bullied in front of me. i will stand up for anyone and everyone because i know what it feels like and i know that its not right. its sick. we are all perfect and beautiful and different in our own way. that is something to celebrate, not destroy, not bash, and not bully.