When I was 10 I started to get bullied and I didn't know why. The person was calling me gay slurs just for playing the violin. And physically abusing me and I didn't want to tell my mom because I was afraid she'd get to involved. But eventually she found out because of all the bruises that I had. So she asked me what's going on in school? And I just said that I was just falling a lot and it was nothing to worry about yet she still worried. So she kept on asking so eventually I told her and she went straight to the school and they didn't do anything about it. So she kept on going back. By the time I was 11 the guy was telling people to hate me and I never did anything to him. When I was 12 no one would talk to me except my 2 best friends. Now 13 I was finally starting to gain some rep back, so I had more friends. And by the end of the school year he was gone finally he moved because my MOM stood up for me.