Me, meet anxiety

I am only 13, and I have been bullied. Believe me, it is not fun. Somedays, I had to cry myself to sleep. What happened was in 5th grade I got bullied because I have really bad anxiety, and I have nervous tics, and the boy who sat beside me in math class noticed, and he asked me about it, but I just ignored him. A while later, one of my best friends and I walked out of our class, and saw another one of our friends, and she was almost in tears. She wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, but she told my other friend, who slowly broke it to me, after I bugged her to tell me what was wrong, because she seemed sad, too. She told me that the boy who sat beside me and his friend were being mean to me. I did not really hear what else was said to me, because I was so confused why two of my own classmates were being mean to me! After that, counseling with the school counselor came, and that took up a bunch of my time. I was heartbroken and I was so confused why someone would be mean to me? I mean, I would never hurt a fly. I would have my sister catch it, and then take the fly outside. I was just so confused, so I also told my mom. One day, my mom was helping at my school, and so she saw my two bullies all alone in the hall, and my mom’s one friend was with her, and my mom went up to the boys, and asked them what their names were, and so they told her, and my mom told them never to talk to me again. I wasn’t talked to much by the two, and then I heard rumors about me, so I eventually gave up trying to fight my bullies. I decided to help all of my friends who were getting bullied. And so I did.