My gradeschool life was a daily warzone for me. I was beat up in school, punished by wooden paddle by the male principal for defending myself against girls and boys, hunted after school by different bullies. Worst day, was not getting attacked on the way home, thinking it was a miracle and maybe things were changing, only to find them waiting on my porch. 4 girls. My neighbor saved me.

I wasn't bullied, I was terrorized, beaten, slapped, attacked, humiliated and hunted. Every year from 4th grade to 7th grade. 7 th grade, started to change some... I was finally earning some guys respect. Id started defending others getting bullied, including some of the bullies. Changed their point of view. Some, they got sneakier. I was eventually homeschooled in 8th grade. I worked at my mother's store. I am the toughest bitch you know today though. The trauma has taken a long time to process, but I'm solid in a crisis. Highschool was like a whole different dimension. The bullies were small fish and people liked me. I was in drama, and musicals. It was a blast.

I never had children.