1st grade, I remember the names that they would call me, stink breath, puny twig, loser... Everyday it got worse and worse. The same people did the same things every year to me, I was pushed in the halls, slammed against walls, and what did I do about it, nothing. Middle school, 6th grade. It wasn't bad at first besides have the "popular" kids throw stuff at me during class and the teacher never doing anything about it. But hey, I got some new names... donkey butt, a$$, b**ch. I was called these names through 8th grade. My summer between 8th and 9th grade, I was at the park with two of my closest friends, and this girl who has bullied me since 3rd grade showed up with some of her friends. And they started making fun of me, my friends didn't do anything, they just sat there and watched, i finally left. I acted like it didn't hurt me, but it did, I went home and cried for about 2 hours until. High school, 9th grade. It was some kind of dream, 1st week of school and i haven't been called one name, it was like this for the rest of the year. But not for some other kids. I was in the hallway one day, walking to class and these upperclassmen were picking on this kid saying that you had to be skinny to pass. I went up to them and they said that I could go through, and I said "No, not unless I can take him with me." and pointed to the kid they wouldn't let pass. They said no, so I grabbed the kids hand and pushed my way through. They let me through. To this day the kid they wouldn't let through and I, were best friends.