I start school

At first it was so much fun, I felt like I was going to get through the biggest adventure ever.

And in some ways I guess it would be that.

Only a few weeks of the first semester had gone by when some of the boys started calling me names, the abuse escaleted and after about a month I was terrified of walking home. Half way home they used to throw themselfs at me and beat me until I was covered in blood.

Then a short while later they did it in school to, their favourite thing was to tie me to the lamp post and throw small rocks and pieces of glass at me. By now the whole class was participating.

The teacher was standing there. Just looking. She and my mom was already in a fight so she took it out on me.

I stopped going there. Sat in the park for hours. I was 7.

There I met another girl that was subjected to bullying. She used to visit and elderly man on our streets during the days. Its not fun sitting out in the rain or snow.

I started following her there.

The old man was nice to us. We got cookies and sodapop.

He sent us to the store to buy grocerys and he payed us for it. Having our own money was great.