All throughout elementary school and most of middle school, I was bullied. Everyday, I heard whispers, I heard the laughing, I saw them pointing. Things were thrown at me, I was pushed against walls, I felt like nothing. I remember, this certain group of people would always walk up to me and tell me that no one would ever want to be my friend, or that I was a loser, or that I should do everyone a favor and jump off a cliff. Well, they didn't know how close I was to doing just that. The bullies that I faced were terrible, and made me feel like a big pile of worthlessness. Those bullies made me feel ugly, and fat, and dumb, and made me feel like I never belonged. They made me think that I would never fit in anywhere, ever. And soon, I just began to believe what they said. After all, I had heard it so much, how could it not be true?

Around my 8th grade year, things started to get better. I got some close friends, and the bullying stopped, for the most part. My friends lifted my spirits, and always made me feel happy, I don't know what I would have done without them. The bullying, however, didn't stop. It just became more cyberbullying that actual bullying. It still hurt, but my friends go me through it.