A Story To Know Me

Well here's another age

I was roughly around 10 when I moved to San Antonio, TX. This is when I basically started to hate life. I was at school, I matured a bit, but my parents didn't realize that. Unfortunately on my first day of school I was the new kid on the block. Keep in mind this was not a military base at all. Anyways back to the story, I was thinking to myself, "I could make friends, this is going to be great!". I walk in, I meet the teacher's that are gonna "help" me. There is a reason why I put that in quotes, and here's that reason. When I got into my math class we introduced ourselves. I went up first and said, "Hi, my name is Marissa, I like music and art and I'm from Hawaii." I sat down. But as I sat down 4 girls at the front of the class looked at me weird, like I was different, I decided to ignore it. After that class I went to science, the same girls went with me. During class they passed me a note that said, "meet us after school." I nodded back yes. So the day ended, I met the girls after school. We walked to the park and hung out there for a bit but once we got there one of the girls stood up and smacked me in the face and the other girls stood up and laughed at me. I fell down in shock, the other girl kicked me on the side, I threw up and cried and all of them spit on me and said to kill myself so I tried to get home as soon as possible. Of course my mom was home and she yelled at me and I apologized for being late. I go into my room and grabbed one of my scarves to hang myself. My mom knocked on my door and yelled, "Dinners ready!". I stopped and sat at the table and she asked my brother and I how school was. "It was so much fun mom!". My brother said. I had no response. The next day happened I didn't want to go to school, but I had no choice I was 10 years old. The classes went good, now it was time for lunch I sat down next to those girls again and asked them why they did that to me, one of them said," Because I don't like your ugly fat face!". "Also your arms look gross cover them up!". Okay, now your probably wondering, what was up with my arms? Well, they were just small and now bruised up because that was my only self harm so yea. I wore a jacket all day until I got home. I was bullied everyday. I tried to tell a teacher one day but she ignored me, I got called a name and I would try to defend myself but I would be the one ending up in the principals office. I had no friends, I sat alone all the time. It would surprise me if someone talked to me at all. At this point I didn't care about people or school, I started to fail school and my parents would ask why and I would say, "I'm not sure."