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I was bullied all through grade school and didn't make my first friend until the 7th grade.
I could tell lots of stories, I was beat up or teased almost daily.
Even tried switching schools again, but it always started up.
I lived in a rich town and I was poor and wore really cruddy hand-me-downs, and never had much nice stuff.

The worst I got was walking home from school in second grade.
A girl who was a grade older than me tripped me in the middle of the street and teased me.
She then proceeded to stomp on my face and dig it into the cement.
Then a car drove past and she ran off.

I got up, took off my hoodie that I was wearing, and covered my face for the rest of the walk home.... not a single tear.
When I got home my mom asked why I was covering my face.
I peeled it back to reveal that all the skin on that side of my face was torn off and there was gravel stuck into it, and was bleeding really badly.
I started crying and she screamed and almost fainted.
I told her that I had tripped while walking home and fell really hard.

I was taken to the hospital, they had to do xrays for fear that my nose, cheek, and jaw bone were broken.
They weren't. Luckily.
For a few years I had terrible scarring on my face, but it happened so young that I only have 2, barely visible scars on the left side of my face.

It wasn't until recently that I told my mom the truth about what happened, and I am now 22 years old.