3 years

I would say the bullying started when I was around 14 years old, and I had three years left before starting high school (I live in Sweden so the system is different here).
I went to a school where all the snobs went, very rich kids that only wore clothes worth hundreds of dollars and lived in huge mansions. I never quite fit in and throughout the years people started noticing and giving me a hard time. Not only isn’t my family rich as trolls, but they’ve always taught me to be humble when it comes to wealth and to respect everyone, no matter their diversities. Least to say, I didn’t fit in. everyday was a different battle, I would come 5 minutes late to class so I didn’t have to be around the other kids when the teacher wasn’t there, I would never, ever sit and eat in the cafeteria and I would always try to be seen as little as possible around school because there was always someone who had something mean to say.
I always felt so lonely and like I was the only one that didn’t fit in, and that they knew something about me that they could hold against me. It’s hard to explain, but after years of bullying you start to feel like maybe these people around me are right, that there must be something wrong with me, why would they otherwise treat me this way?
So yeah, I had lots of nicknames, I could hear people shouting after me when I walked past (kids I didn’t even know) and every single night I would cry myself to sleep. There is so much more to tell about those three years, but thankfully I changed schools when I started high school and I have lots of friends here and I’m a completely new person. I am so happy. It makes me so scared that there are people out there fighting the same battle that I did, that there are people feeling the same way right now. Never feel like the bullies won if you decide to change schools/speak up/defend yourself/move, be brave!