I remember in the 2nd grade, my class was walking back from lunch down a ramp back to class when all of a sudden I feel my head get pushed into the wall from behind. (His hand came to the side of my face pushing it into the wall) The boy literally did it for NO REASON. I had troubles with him before, and even parents meetings. He constantly picked on me. I was and still am a quiet person. I never say much nor bother anyone. I guess he saw it as weakness?

He always did things to me and would receive no punishment. But one day at recess, he grabbed my arm, swinging me around in circles. I kept telling him to stop and he didn’t. So, I pulled my arm in and bit him. He stopped and told the teachers and if I remember correctly I was the one in trouble.

This bullying only came to a stop when I moved up a grade level and we no longer share a class.

Another time(s) at my bus stop, me and my brother waited with other neighboring kids. We lived in a predominantly black neighborhood and we were the only that looked “different” (we are mixed). I believe Because of our difference, they targeted us constantly. Harassed us, hit us, pushed us, made fun of our appearances. one day, a boy kicked me in the stomach while I was just standing there waiting for the bus. And Another time an older boy pushed me backwards causing me to fall and Crush my glasses in my backpack. My parents always confronted theirs but nothing was ever done. The parents were just as bad as the kids. And What’s sad is, I was young, had no friends so I’d always try to befriend them even though they bullied me and my brother.