When I was first starting school, I remembered how kids didn’t want to be my friend. I never did find out why though. They didn’t want to get near me. I remember, they would all hate picking me on their team when we had gym. Then, a new kid came in during the middle of the school year. I tried to befriend them, but then I found out the person wasn’t so kind. So, then that person started bullying me and everyone decided to join in and I started wishing that I was ignored again. Of course, I didn’t want to seem like a tattle-tale so I kept quiet. It was only when my dad found out though because I came home with a bruise on my arm from when a kid pushed me on the ground. I started to fight back. It was only then that the teachers got into the bully situation and called my parents. The problem though was they thought I was the bully. My dad told the teacher everything, yet she told him to not cover for me because it was wrong to let your child bully others. I changed schools after that incident, I learned to embrace myself at a young age too. I also learned that I can’t just blend into the crowd when I see something wrong, I need to step in, even if it will hurt. That’s why to this day and further on, I won’t ever stand by and watch, because maybe, just even witnessing it, reminds me how alone I felt when I was getting bullied and no one felt the need to step in when they were right there.