It started when I was about 11. There were four of them, four boys. None of my friends really cared, they didn't react to when I sat at the wall sad or if I walked around on my own. The bullies would do it in class when the teacher walked out. They would call me names and tease me. They told the teacher lies about me and spread rumours to other classmates. Sometimes they would shove me when we were in the class or outside and I would hurt myself, sometimes even seriously. I told the teacher after they did it a few times and she told me to 'ignore' them and she kept on stuffing me with that. They didn't stop.

I told my parents and my closest friends and it finally stopped, happily. School is better now. I don't think anyone should be bullied because it's not a very good thing and I am grateful I was brave enough to tell someone; they don't own me.