"eww, gross",
"I am gonna barf, she is so ugly and fat"
"hey meat face, why don't you kill yourself?"
This is me. In 4th grade: I want to die. Even though I'm young, I learned depression doesn't have a certain age. I also learned how cruel people are not depending on age. I get hit, and everyone in my class hates me. of course this did not just start happening on its own. in the beginig, I was a new student at this school. I'm very short, and look younger than my age. people would always call me cute, and I was welcomed to my new school. although I was very small, I had a lot of energy. jumping around, running, I would do everything. I had no friends, as I was new, but a girl starts talking to me, named Kim. I thought maybe we were friends, since I never had a friend in my life, and didn't know what friend actually meant. while I would hang with Kim, some children, and Kim's friend would make fun of my accent, because I was new to the country, I did not mind it, because I thought they thought I was funny. skip to the next year, I still hang out with Kim, but 3 new girls are in my class. Jess, annie, and Mia. mia had a twin sister in the other class, Jess was tall and chill, and annie was hyper like me. me and annie played together a lot and me, Kim, annie, and Jess would hang out. in the middle of December, I start noticing people distancing themselves from me. confused, I ask what is wrong, and instead of answering, they glare at me and ignore me. confused I try to think of what I could have done wrong, but next thing I know, popular kids start picking on me. both the girls and the boys. I was called ugly, fat, stupid, and they told me to commit suicide. I would tell my teachers, but they never tried to do anything. once the class ganged up on me, and beat me up, while a teacher, a parent of one of the bullies, was watching doing nothing. I would tell my parents, but they were annoyed with my problems, and thought I was overreacting. I stopped eating, and would cry everyday, which made them even happier. my siblings would tell my parents I cried at school, and I would get punished for crying. I was alone. the girl I thought was my friend was treating me like garbage. I hated myself. I wanted to run away. my life was dark. I became depressed. a few days later I felt soo bad, I threw up in class. instead of people helping me, they made fun of me and laughed as I left. I also had cs and ds as grades, because I would sit in back row, and didn't know I needed glasses at that time. my marks would be exposed, and even my private clothes like undershirts. my new books would be torn apart, or hidden, and my work would be thrown in the trash. A few months after this was happening, I started hanging out with Mia. she was cool and chill with me for the whole year, I had her back, and she had mine. moving forward to grade 5 and my life is worse than the hell I was facing. all my grade classes are. 1 full class, so more bulies in my class. I started hanging out with Kim and her friends again, because I had no other choice.-