even though they were my friends we only would play when we were at my house usually. at recess I think they were afraid to be around me because I was different. They didn't want to get teased so they would pretend like I didn't exist.
The second grade was a living hell. I was separated from my friends and I was put with a racist teacher. There was only one other caucasian person in the class. My teacher would only ever let me sit and play with her but she was a bully. When I would try to play with kids of other races she would yell at me and try to direct my attention to the person of my race. I even had to spend my recesses with this person. She made me feed my lunch to the birds and do things that were against school rules. If i didn't she would beat me up her friend would also join in the activities and it was complete hell. Because of my gentle nature I wouldn't stand up to the bullying. I would do what ever the bully wanted me to do because I was afraid that it would only become worse. My parents started to see I was coming home with bruises everyday. So I finally told them what was going on. They told the teacher and the principal. They told my parents it was a lie. so my parents took me out of that school to be home schooled.
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