Everything isn't always a love story

My story. It feels weird saying this. I guess I should explain something. This is a flashback I always get from when I was younger. I guess it has shaped me into who I am. Well here you go.
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It was a warm sunny July day in Ireland. I was only 6 years old. Or as I told people when they asked, " I'm 6 years and 36 days old." I'd always add a big two front teeth missing grin.
I was a bit big for my age. I was also smart for my age, so the big kids would make me answer there questions in the morning before school.
I'd listen because I always did what I was told. I didn't realize that they were mentally bullying me at that age. How could I? ..
Eventually after one of the teachers caught me doing the questions, the other kids got in trouble.
" We can't believe you told you bitch." One of the big girls shouted at me after school. " Ya. We only got you to do it so you'd feel like you were worth something, you fat piece of shit." Another screamed at me. I started getting scared as they cornered me into a wall. They started punching my stomach. I think now it was to make sure no one could see.
As I walked home that day I bailed my eyes out, but made sure it wasn't noticeable when I walked into my house. I only lived down the road from my school, so I could walk to and from.
"Are you ok honey?" My mother asked me as I walked in. I put a smile on my face and said I was perfectly, that I was just tired from the fun day at school. Something I've learned I always do.
As the years went by I still got bullied, but then I moved schools. I was still big as I'd eat whenever I was bullied, which had turned into an everyday thing, but I decided to loose the wait as I was going to coming into secondary school in a year so I didn't want to be bullied even more.