When i went to middle school i made friends with someone on my bus and everyday we would act silly and have fun doing it. We would be waiting for school to start and, since we were outside, we would be running around, screaming, and having a blast. That's when it all started. The kids would point out all the mistakes i made, even the teachers would yell at me for stuff everyone else did. They also tended to call me names. We moved and i thought it would be fun still, and it was. I found friends just as crazy and hyper as me and we always had fun, but the bullying didn't stop. There were a lot of points were my mind would go to dark places because of what they said. There was even a kid who told me no one cared about me and that no matter how many friends i had, i would always be stupid and useless. The teacher was by us at the time and the class wasn't that loud, so i know he heard, but he didn't care. There was a girl who annoyed even the teacher and kept it up for a whole semester, until i finally stood up for myself. I yelled and cursed at her and i didn't get in trouble because the teacher knew i had a good reason. We moved again and although it hasn't stopped, i stopped caring. They always say that once you ignore it, they stop. DON'T LISTEN! its not true, and i know it. My friends here and 10x's more crazy then me and i love them for it. we're the oddballs of a big high school and we love it. :)