I've been bullied since I was 5. It was either m looks or the fact that my sister died. When I was in 3rd grade I was followed by three older girls. They were the school bullies. They surrounded me and pushed me down on a huge patch of ice. My arm was broken. They ran off at the sight of blood. I had to walk home alone. Then in 6th grade new school, new hopes. Every day at recess I had to hide. I was scared at what they might do. One day they did something. They grabbed my shirt and yanked me to the ground. A teacher saw. "I thought they were just messing around" he said. What a great teacher right? Well I reported them. But instead of her getting in trouble I got suspended. 7th grade jr high now. Every day I got called "fat, ugly retarded, and worthless" 8th grade my crush and his friends thought it would be fun to mess with me by, texting me, or snapchatting me calling me hot and other things. My ex boyfriend started calling me a worthless slut that should die. I started to cut and I became depressed. It took me a long time to be myself again. It took my Bestfriend Corrin to remind me that I have reasons to be here. And I thank her so much for that.