Might I say, this story is really embarrassing, and hard to explain, and I have only shared it to my tight group of six friends.

It started when I was in grade one, with my best friend. I won't say names, because I feel that would be rude, and disrespectful. She was my role model my friend, a year older, and I told her everything. When I enrolled at her private school, we became closer, until after Christmas break. She had began a habit to check my lunch, which I know is really wired. Then she found out I was eating ritz crackers. She told me unless I give her the crackers, I would be dead. She was my best friend, so I ignored the whole incident, and ate my crackers the next day. That mistake will haunt me forever. After I made that mistake, she beat me up in the back of the bus. She punched, hit, and bit me multiple times. I cried in the corner, until I got home. When I got home, I didn't stop. I told my mum straight away, and everything was different, I was not allowed to even be in the same room as her.

A few months later, she began being even worse, she kept kicking and pushing me on the bus. It got to the point where I told her to stop, when she went crying the the principal of our school, saying that I was beating her up. Even when I tried to explain, my principal never liked me after wards.

I got to the point, where I was scared every where, even home, as she only lived five minutes away. I was terrified. She then began to chase me at school, where I split open my shin on the concrete, and she walked away saying I deserved it.

When I finally left the school at the end of the year, I went to the co fort of my new friend. When my sister and I were invited to her birthday party, her friends didn't like us. They kept telling me I'm worthless, and made my sister, who was only in kindergarten, burst into tears in the middle of the sleepover. I packed our stuff, and dragged my sister out of the party at 1 in the morning. After I stood up to my sister, I finally got the confidence to fight off my bully. That was until I moved countries.

When I moved to Canada, I began to restart in grade three until I got a new bully, a group of them. I was new to the class, and the other two new kids went straight to the rivals group. On my first recess, they were making fun of my clothes, and face. I ignored it for a month, until boys began to bully me. Two boys would target me, one kept trying to get me to date him, and make out, while the other just hated that I was smart. When they had corned me and began pushing, and calling me names, my saviour came. A really shy girl, pushed past them and managed to get rid of them. That girl, is now my best friend, for over 5 years. That girl saved me from could have been years of torture. She couldn't stop everything, but she was my shield in her words, and thanks to her, I finally could flourish into the person I am, with all her help. Every time someone asks how we met, she acts all heroic and I let her, she deserves it. Luckily my bully story ended, but I am starting grade eight in a two months, I don't even now what will happen next. But all I know, is that to this day, I hate ritz crackers.