Wow... it's tough typing this out...
I was tortured all through school, mostly through the elementary/middle school years.
I wasn't born with the most wealthy family. I often wore `hand me down clothes... sometimes with tears and tatters. I even had a pair of shoes with a hole in the toe of them. We were fed, bills were paid...we just didn't have enough for new things. My dad was also an idiot... making an ass out of himself, so we were often the talk of the town.
Anywho... because of this, I was often labeled a "poor kid". You don't even know the rumors that went around about me. Someone said I stole their eye glasses. I was often pushed for no reason, people ALWAYS flipped me the bird. I've had my things stolen, my things vandalized... on and on. Some mean bitches even tried to invite me to a fake "make over" party. They planned on messing me up worse. I still don't know who wrote me the note telling me not to go... but I am glad I didn't.
I never really had friends either. Up until my 8th grade year, I never talked to anyone, never was invited to parties and sleepovers. When I was in the 8th grade, I met a guy named Chris. He was part of the "goth" crowd, and he was the first person to stand up to someone over me... even though he was only 5' tall. He was truly my first friend I had ever had.
In high school, things still went on, though it subsided a little. It never truly stopped until we moved in with Dad my 11th grade year, and started going to Bandys. (Go Trojans!)