Second Grade through now

When I was in second grade, a kid, lets call her M, bullied me to the point where I asked my mom if I should live anymore. M made fun of my clothes, hair, family, and anything she could find in my flaws and family life. She threatened to kill me if I told anyone, and she made long scratches down my arms. I was surprised a second grader knew these words, for I didn’t even know them yet. She called me ugly, fat, and other ugly words. I was too scared to fight back so I just tried not to go to school. Eventually my mom figured out what was going on and made me talk about it, and suspended M. M then moved to Iowa in fifth grade, so I had to live with this torture for two more years. Then I never saw her again and am very happy about that. :3 😉 thank you for letting me share my story.