I was put in foster care three months before my 4th birthday. Since first grade, I was an outsider. I was left out of a lot of stuff, no one would notice me; Which led to me not talking to anyone, I would hide behind a smile and tell every adult that i'm fine. Once I was in my second year of 3rd grade, I both lost a friend and made one. Then at the end of that year I was again alone. In 4th grade, I was getting bullied by everyone (by this time I'm adopted) people would push me, teased about my name, pull my hair. Just horrible things!
Once I got to middle school, upper class-men started bulling me. I didn't waste my breath on anyone, I thought that if I was silent enough no one would tease me. Which worked until my step mom yelled at me for *skipping class* (which wasn't the case! My teacher didn't see me so he mark me absent!) So with me being a pessimist I started to talk again. Which just made the bulling happen again! 
At the end of 8th grade, I was just giving up. I  started to cut myself, locking myself in my room, starved myself, etc.. I did have friends at this point but I didn't want to bother them in pointless things in my life.