I was always bulled since the beginning of kindergarten. It was depressing being bullied. It made me feel horrible and sad.
This started on the bus, when a few boys took my scarf and played tug-o-war with it and gave it back laughing. I was upset. It continued in 1st, 2nd and kindergarten.
Then it got worse. A boy called me names when I was wearing my hat. That was in 3rd and 4th grade. In 4th the name calling got worse.
He said I don't have a great voice or I'm ugly. It made me feel horrible.
When my mom found out that I was bullied she pulled us out and put us into homeschooling. It made all of us happy.