racism

so when i was in the 3rd grade i remember being picked on by 2 girls they where each in a different grade and when i was on the bus they always called me names and told my friend who i would sit with on the bus why would he even hangout with me or sit with me just because i am hispanic and it would go on everyday until my mother realized i came home crying and she talked to my father about it and one day at school they told me to go see the guidance counselor and she asked me if i was being bullied i finally confessed i was being bullied and than later on they had a talk with the two girls who where bullying me and after that they never bothered me again