When I was in the 5th grade, this guy and I became great friends. He was extremely short for our age group and everyone always made sure that he knew that. Everyone always would sit there and tease him about it. During 6th grade I ended up being forced to move. He and I continued to talk almost every day. In the 8th grade, he dyed his hair bright green. We ran into each other at a band competition that year, and while we were grabbing food everyone who walked by called him names like midget and freak. Last year, during our freshman year it got to be too much. I was at a marching band competition when I had gotten his final call. Early the next morning I got a call from my brother who still went to school with him after our parents split. He was calling to tell my that my best friend had just been found dead. All because of a girls mistake. She and my friend had just broken up and she had decided to start hitting him hard with insults. It pushed him over the top and he committed suicide. While bullying had always been a huge part of my life, it finally took the life of one of my best friends.
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