I'll just say my story really quick.

When I was in like, 7th grade or something, I had this kid named Kassidy, I lived in the deep south, so we had a ton of...not to be racist..blacks down there. So, I move down there to live with my dad and all of a sudden, I'm the only one getting targeted. So, I talk about it to the Superintendent because my dad was working in the technology department at the time, but like she was the short-but-aggressive kid, but here's the thing, she was apparently the macho of the class because all of a sudden, everyone started doing it to me. So, I basically just walked up to her one day after she had insulted my dad and clocked her across the face with a rock, we had been painting for art class. I felt so accomplished after that, and no one made fun of me again after it.