Bullying never happened to me in elementary school, but when I went into middle school things changed. I'm not an avrage 7th grader. You see I'm 6''1, 13, and I'm on the 8th grade basketball team. Everyone thought I got held back because of my height and the fact that I'm on the 8th grade basketball team. So they teased me about how I'm supposed to be dumb, but matter of fact I have one of the hights IQ's at my school. I be bullied by the boys because I'm taller than them and one year, one of the boys tripped my while I was playing basketball and I tripped and broke my wrist trying to catch myself from falling. I'm called fat lard, because I'm the lowest runner on my team and because I like food. What's wrong with that? Nothing! Almost everyone likes food. I'm depressed and I have insomnia because I keep thinking of what did I do wrong to deserve this and why am I treated so badly. In the end, this year is a new school year and the conservative asked me if I would like to share my story with the new grade coming in and tell them what it feels like. It could turn out really bad or really good. Let's hope the best!