On my first day of grade 5, I had absolutely no friends. They all hated me.

I was seated next to a girl who was severely bullied two years before and moved to my school in fourth grade. She was bullied here as well.

I was kind to her. Her and I became best friends. Little did I know that she had something up her sleeve.

One day in the middle of the year, I was in the playground practicing gymnastics alone when she and her other friend came up to me. I remember in full detail.

They stood there staring at me with they're brown eyes and dark hair. My own bestfriend walked up to me and started shoving me and kicking me. I saw anger in her eyes. With every hit she would call me a different name. "Ugly", "Tiny", "Loser". She even told me that I should give up on life because I'm not loved. She did that everyday.

In English class her and I were paired up for a project. She kept calling me names under her breath. That was when my first panic attack came. I feared her so much.

The attacks were daily. I was alone. I stopped going to church and even tried to get out of going to school. I went to a darker side of life and found all of the things I love today. Now I'm in seventh grade and I still get bullied for being bi-sexual, having panic attacks and having no friends. I've attempted suicide about 4 times and have self harmed. Out of all of this, I now know there's still hope. It's only for a little while, things do get better. I know that because look at everyone around you. You might think they're all perfect but really, they're just jealous of how much more perfect you are. After you graduate it'll get better. I know this will haunt you for the rest of your life. It'll haunt me to. You just have to believe and stay true to yourself. Don't be the bully. Stand up