The bullying kept on, and I kept telling my parents and they kept notifying the principal, but nothing happened. It just kept on as if nobody even cared, I  felt invisible. So I eventually stopped telling anyone and just held it in, for what I felt was better because I was just wasting everyone's time especially when nothing changed.

My parents didn't really 'parent' me much, but they did teach me to always be nice even to mean people, so I was always nice to even my bullies. I would let them cheat off my work, just to be nice.

And don't get me wrong I loved, and still do love school and learning, but the bullying made me want to not go to school, so that was definitely bad.

I didn't have any somewhat 'real friends', until Charlotte came.(I am using her real name because she deserves all the credit she has earned)

Charlotte saved me. Charlotte came in the beginning of the year and became friends with me. She made a lot of friends and a lot of enemies, but she saved me from killing myself. Charlotte was my top priority, so I did everything I could to make her happy, it was like the happiness I gave her we shared. It really saved me. I spent all my time with her because she was like my only system of protection and the only one I could rely on, even though I was still constantly being bullied being with Charlotte fixed everything.

Charlotte introduced me to more people and that slowly changed my personality, I became more outgoing and more willingly to do things, I became more of a darer, so if anyone had a crazy dare they always came to me, and I almost always did it.

I never told Charlotte about people bullying me, but when she would witness it she'd stand up for me, fortunately, and she comforted me.

I didn't become more independent, I was just starting to rely on her more.

Then that was pretty much 3rd grade in a half broken nut shell *sniffle*.