I have been bullied since the 3rd grade, but 2nd grade age. I skipped the second grade. Since then I've been bullied for being a baby. That isn't to important though. In third grade I lived in England, and there I was bullied for being an American. The British detest us. Bullying us. Beating us to the ground. Even the teachers. We had to group up to survive, but since it was 3rd grade there wasn't much we could do. And sadly there was only one other American at the school. I eventually got taken out of the school and home schooled for 4 and 5 grade. There I was only bullied by my sister, and sometimes my mother. I got put into American school for 6th grade when we moved back. I got put into Catholic school though, and I didn't know I was being bullied until I began to hear the rumors. That's when I realized I was being excluded and I became emo in 7th grade. After a bit of time in 7th, we moved here. Now I go to public, and it is ten times worse. I want to die or run away. But now I have friends and after I saw what happened when a friend of a friend committed suicide, and what happened to our mutual friend, I just couldn't do it, and so now I look for the best in things and survive best I can. I am in 8th now, I have got some friends, not many though, I write. I listen to music. I am still emo. I still want to die. I still hate myself, but after England, this is much better.