Ever since day one of Kindergarden, I was picked on. I was hit,teased, and ade fun of. I never learned how to stand up for myself. Once I was in 6th grade, I began to cut myself. I always kept the cuts hidden away from my classmates. I kept secrets away from everyone... Even my own parents. Then, my mother found out and called my older brother that lived five minutes away. Once he saw what I did we had a talk. I was nervous and after we talked I felt calmer. It hurts still, all those mean words.