Although I do have good family and good friends, I was bullied constantly through intermediate(middleschool). Where I would be called insulted for my ethnicity and bullied because I wasn't like the others. At the time I had no idea how to stick up for myself infact I was punched in the temple on the second week of intermediate. This bully started the bullying and continued to pick on me with half the class until he was finally expelled at the end of the year. But nonono, other people were keen to continue his legacy and did till the end of intermediate. People told me to stay away from them even when I didn't say a word. When they would throw insults I tried sticking up for myself which failed and up to me getting gang bashed by a bunch of bitches(poorly mannered ladies). Unfortunately no one was really there to stick up for me except one guy. But even some of my friends couldn't help but to fall in the trap and they left me with nothing but betrayal. Now I'm yr 10 in highschool and have many friends and could say am pretty popular. So I guess they moral of this is ; things can change , but more importantly you can change. You don't have to commit suicide... It is for the weak.