My story

3rd grade the start of it all.

Sweet little Lizzy is what everyone called me I was so loveable. I was Sweet, Funny, Caring, Cute, Skinny and more. 

One day I got on the bus and I sat down I was almost in the back of the bus, two boys sat next to me I thought nothing of it....Well I should of....i feel a pull on my hair..it hurt really bad....then the two boys punched me and they kept punching me until they had to get off the bus I was in tears I hugged my knees...Kids asked me what was wrong I told them I got jumped....well my stop finally came I ran down the hill so fast.

"Mom! Mommy!" I scream and hug her she asked me why I'm all red with bruises all over me. 

My Eye was swollen my neighbors' mom ran over to me with her camera and took pictures of all the marks we went to the school and the principal said: "The boys only did that because they like her."

The anger in my mothers face scared me the next day me and my teacher were in the principle's off and they switched me, classes, it was okay because my best friend was in my class.

"You're so short when you get off the bed you commit suicide" a kid screamed at me from across the room.