It all started when I graduated from primary school to high school.... I was sitting in my special seat with a beautifully decorated piece of wood that had my name engraved in it. It was there right in front so people would know that I was graduating from primary school. I'm sitting there waiting for my turn to come up and say my special speech but when the time came it wasn't very pretty.
I got up, started to walk and then... whoop! I fell straight over-more liked tripped over by a classmate. You see, ever sense I moved to this town and got enrolled into this school I have been bullied non stop and this was probably the least worrying thing they've done to me.
In primary school-grade 5, I had a teacher who absolutely hated me for reporting her of student abuse. And because she was only given a warning she still taught me and the one thing she taught me most was that teachers can be very hateful and scary sometimes. But now that will all be the past as I will be going to high school, which are supposed to be the best years of a students life. I was very excited.