I used to always get bullied because of my race. I live in a really racist town and being different just wasn't acceptable at the time. I would be ditched by my neighborhood "friends," get jumped on the playground, and would be shunned. I remember playing tag and when I was running past this kid, he grab my arm and wouldn't let me go. I told him to release me but he refused. Finally I just took my nails and ran them along his arm. of course because he had the marks to prove it, I was the one who took the blame. In fact, I was always the one who took the blame. It was really sad that the person who teased me the most was the person who lived right up the street from me. Our parents joke about us getting married but why would I love someone who caused me so much pain? Now we go to different high school and everyone has grown up a bit so I don't get harassed that much anymore. However, I know this kid (kind of not really) who gets bullied because his mom died of cancer. I saw someone say to him, "I bet you're mom is grateful that she died. That way she doesn't have to put up with  faggot son like you." It's amazing how evil some kids can be to others.