I grew up in an alcoholic home, it was pretty much like walking on eggshells and I was afraid to speak...when I spoke it didn't come out right, or I just sounded like "an idiot" I sure had a hard time adjusting to a change of school in 6th grade. Friends were formed and I was well, afraid to speak because I felt I really had nothing of importance to say anyway. I had 1 best friend though, on days she didn't come to school I would go and eat in the bathroom, I had nobody to talk to. On the bus ride home I would have gum thrown in my hair, my hair pulled, kids would      talk bad about me and I would run home crying everyday. One kid would call me an "adopted C...t!!" I ran home, ran to my room and slammed the door. I didn't know how to stand up for myself because I was afraid...I lived in fear. As I got older the tires on my car would get popped and my car would be paint balled. I wanted something to take the pain away, anything, I resorted to drinking myself; that took the pain away...for a moment.  I was different...I know now I was born an alcoholic and today I have been sober 4 years and I am happy, joyous and free. If I can do anything about bullying I sure will, this has got to stop. Everyone deserves to be happy!!