I have you a story for Bullied! Here is my story

In kindergarden-Third grade, I went to a real mean school and knew some real mean people. Kindergarden I was known as the crazy social girl, People thought I was weird and stayed away from me except for one boy. I'm not gonna say his real name, but let's call him Boy1. Boy1 always teased me saying that I was a weirdo-face. Now I know that doesn't seem like much, but give me some credit1 for a five year old! Well, he bullied me up until second grade and that is when he left me alone because I got the principal and parents involved for shoving me on the pavement and scraping my arm up pretty bad. I had to go to the doctors because I lost a lot of blood and they had to make sure it wasn't infected.

ANYWAYS In third grade, I swear that was the worst year of all! I had a class filled with the popular kids and well... I wasn't popular. Everything was fine until a new girl came. People called her crazy, stupid, and weird, which for some reason made me want to meet her more. Well, when I finally met her, But it wasn't how you would think. I saw her on the playground her second week there, she was doing some sort of ritual at the moment, so I walked up to her.

"Whacha doing?" "Making the clouds come out. It's too sunny" "Cool, can I join?" "Sure! You only have to consentrate and say this," She then said a bunch of Latin words and I joined her repeating so. It got cloudy about fifteen minutes later. People left her alone for a bit as I socialized with her, but they didn't lay low for me. They called me a lot of mean names and called me and idiot. But then one time as a bunch of kids were gaining up on me and beating me up, a boy standing next to a recess officer *Yes, we called them that* Broke up the fight. All those kids went down to the principal's office but I wasn't found guilty of doing anything wrong so I stayed put.

The boy then later came up to me asking if I was alright, saying he had reported the fight. I said I was fine but he saw that I was bruised up, had a busted lip, and was bleeding a bit on my arm and decided that I wasn't okay and brought me inside and let me clean up in the ladies room. I thanked him several times but he only said that it was fine. We went back out to recess and we told eachother a bit about ourselves. It from then on that I had my first crush. He became my friend, met my other friend, and we enjoyed ourselves. We often got bullied such as the Little things like, your shirts ugly, you don't have a cute haircut, weirdo, freak, idiot, freak, outsider, and a ton of other stuff. But we ALL know a little that happens a lot adds up. I was at the end of my line and hanging by my pinky, until Boy1 decided to show up and really shove me, making me lose my pinky's grip, saying I was a disgrace to everyone and everyone hates me. I was found later sobbing and slamming my head on a brick wall by the teacher about two hours later. I told her I wanted to die and I was going to kill myself when I got home. She immediately called the principal who called my mom as I was sent to the school counselor. She asked me what this was all about and all I did was mix my tears with the blood coming off my forehead. I couldn't even speak to her much less look at her.

She asked if it was about my mom or dad, and I screamed running out of the room. I ran because I hated the man who so e may call a dad, a father, but I call my biological male gene because I hated him. I still do. He abused me as a toddler and tried to kill me once saying I was an acident. A ton of people came flooding out of classrooms wondering what's wrong, I just ran for the ladies room, locked the main door, ran in a stall and attempted to do a swirly. My best friend was already in the bathroom and demanded I stopped and thought it out. I stopped but didn't come out of the stall, so she crawled under the stall to get to me. She asked what's wrong, I spilled my guts out then and there. She somehow convinced my third grade self to come out of the stall and go home.

When I got home, at midnight I had gotten a hold of my mom's sharpest, longest knife and cut a slit on my ankles and wrists. I then slowly started to press the knife above my heart slicing the skin open. That's how my younger brother found me, trying to sneak into mom's bed, and screamed because my blood was everywhere. My mom and Grandpa came running, It was all a blur after that. They cleaned up my blood, took away the knife, and set me to bed. I remember that nights dream rather as if it happend two minutes ago.

I was sitting criss-cross-apple sauce in my living room and everyone I loved was there, there were my two best friends, my at the moment eighteen cousins, My mom, My grandpa, grandma, aunts, uncles, and my two brothers, well, they are my step brothers, but I prefer brothers. they all started slowly fading away starting with my besties, my grandma, One of my cousins of who is suicidal as well, my older brother, my grandpa, my aunts and uncles, my mom, my oldest cousin, several other cousins, until the only people left were my younger brother, my favorite cousin of who is a awesome friend of mine, My brother faded first, then my cousin. Then I was left alone. Suddenly, A black fog came and wrapped around me, suffocating me, while I screamed. the fog grew a face and said "You will lose everything and everyone you love, leaving you a heartless monster." And then I died with the fog laughing and suffocating me more. I always have this dream when a family member is born or dies. ITS WEIRD.

Later I moved schools after confessing my crush. He liked me back, but he was moving. Oh well. If I could live through bullying, so can you. DONT LET BULLYING GET THE BEST OF YOU!!! SAY STRONG!!!