My Bulling experience started in grade 3. A kid tripped me over coursing me to fall on the ground. Then told the grade 7s and grade 6s boys that i was gay. One day i kid came over to me and said "Are you gay" Then all the boys hated me. Then one day one of the bullies got a nerf gun and shot the bullet up close into my eye. Then the day after christmas i posted a picture of one of my Christmas presents and a kid started to swear in the comments of that photo. And in one of the photos i posted he commented and said"Gay". My mum and i went up to the headmaster and she said "This is not our problem, it happened outside of school"Then a few days later i was in class i got my sizers and started stroking the sizers on my arm. I would cry my self to sleep. Many of the boys would put me down. Then one time i was on the oval and a kid pushed me down and i fell to the ground and just laid there and the teacher just sat there. Then after school i told my mum and she said "i am going back up to the principle". And the principle did nothing. during these times i was so thankful to have the girls in my year. They were never mean to me and my Best friend was always there when i needed her most. hearing other peoples storys my story is nothing. i never had much vesicle bulling but the words that people would say to me really got to me. during this time all i thought was "why,why do people call me gay. When ever i see the faces of these bullies that made my life a living hell all i can think is of what they have done to me.