When I was in Grade 6, I was with classmates who I thought were alright. I thought they would just be like any of my typical schoolyears, but then, I was wrong.

After the first day of School, My classmates started to get noisier. Then, One Month later, when we were grouped for projects, My groupmates teased my ideas. The more times we were grouped, The more times group members would tease me. I started to have a harder time in school.

Every PE class, The Volleyball Varsities would spike and it hit my head, shoulder, breast, thigh, or stomach. I was in such pain. I was teased when I cried just because my breast hurted so bad. Even basketball varsities would tease me just because I sucked at sports.

My days in Grade 6 became lonelier. I wasn't able to be with my best friends. My best friends were together in one section but I was far away. Every morning I would be alone, silent, waiting for class to start. My classmates, especially the popular ones, kept hitting me or teasing me and humiliating me in front of the teachers who saw me as a smart student.

I was so sad. Most of my classmates bullied me. I felt like I wanted to give up and cry because the impact broke me. They would tease me with my other classmate who was my mom's friend's son. It got humiliating. They broke me in every way. By teasing me, bragging, showing off, hurting me, and humiliating me. They looked like good people but they were terrible classmates. Most of the ones who bullied me were popular kids.

I wanted to fight back, or hurt, or tell my teacher. But they didn't care about offenses. The only moment that I was free from my classmates' abuse to me was when I finally graduated with a 90.45 Average. I almost got into the honors that year and, I was so happy when it was all over. Going through all of that almost made me think of faking sickness, or being away from school forever. But when I finally graduated, Everything was better.