I was in 3rd grade and everyone was like my friend but they actually weren't and I found that out the hard way. I had a backpack from like 1st grade and I had it with me. One of my close friends made fun of me for it. I was threatened by one of my other friends.

4th grade I was threatened again by another one of my friends and later he started to bully me. 5th grade was like a living hell. One of my best friends wanted to know about this guy. So I told her. The gut found out and he kept calling me names like "ugly" "no one likes you" "stupid" he would also swear at me like when he was riding his bike down my neighborhood he called me something and my mom heard. So she left to confront him. The next day he called me "tattle tail" "mamas girl" and his brother was in on it to.

Around the same time that happened my brother friend called me a whore and rapist. I ran home crying and he tried to come and apologize. I was an idiot for forgiving him cause he kept on calling me names. But I eventually moved to a new school and I made a good friend there and everyone was nice but that was because it was a charter school. I moved later in the year and was made fun of but that was ok cause I had my friends with me. Now I'm in 7th grade and the bulling is done and over with so I'm happy and don't feel like I want to end my life even though I get depressed I still keep a smile on my face and rarely cry now a days