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I was only 9 years old when i got bullied at school.I was African American so they thought  it would be funny to bully me based on my hair type. My mom got mad and i switched.When i start that school it became worst they bully me because they  thought i looked funny and the push me sometimes to.They call me stupid and other stuff that hurt me a lot.But i couldn't tell my mom that they bully me because She told me that she had done everything so i could switch school, and i thought i was to old for my mom to make every decision for me.After i graduated i went to a new school and the bullying continue and i thought  it would be funny to curse with my friend daily and to be mean to the teacher get into trouble.I thought that than the bullying would stop but no it continue.Than in third grade me and my best friend had a fight and the teacher didn't like use so i fail her class.The bullying got worst they use to laugh at the way i walk and talk and the shape of my face.That was the year that i became depressed.I didn't want my mom to know that they where bullying me.But i was happy that in that same school year me and my friend(another friend) had a discussion and i told my mom and she change me from school again.In firth grade at my new school i was really quite and i didn't talk to anyone.There was a guy that use to laugh at me i thought he was trying to bully me but i was just paranoid.Every time i arrive at school kids start laughing and they sniff there nose till the day of today.I dont know if I'm paranoid or what.After i graduate i start college I'm still quite sometimes they dont bully me anymore but the kids are laughing at me i guess sometimes.The same guy i taught was trying to bully me is my friend right now.And that made me really happy......

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 09, 2018 ⏰

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