I don't know what I ever did, but this group of boys were terrible to me.

It was sixth grade. It was supposed to be the best year of elementary school, the last one, therefore the most fun. Not for me. I'm of Indian origin, and have a light brown complexion. And I don't know what I ever did, but this group of boys were terrible to me. Now that I look back I realize I only had three friends and I wasn't even that close with them, just their tag along buddy. So I never told them about my bullying. The leader of the few boys that bullied me, Jared, was considered very "popular" and whatever he said his friends agreed. I had never done anything to him, never bothered him, but for some reason he was under the impression that I had a crush on him. This wasn't the case at all, and every time I told him that it wasn't true he would say, "Yeah right, you know you want this." I was quite the ugly child, and nerdy too. With bright blue glasses that he made fun of, I resented him. They called me names like "Piece of ****" (the stars being my name, not the word shit, because of my skin and origin) and they would make jokes about me behind my back and in front of me, too. I remember one day I was wearing a tight T-shirt and we were working on school projects. I was already self-conscious, and as I asked for someone to pass the glue, they all ignored me. So I reached for it and it began. He said, "Put that away! No one wants to see your junk! Maybe you should wear a longer shirt or something," etc. etc. and he said it quite loudly so that the whole group heard and just stared at me sympathetically. I pathetically pleaded with them with my eyes for help but they didn't seem to get the message. One of them was his friend; he never made fun of me, but he didn't stand up for me either.
I remember another time, I had gotten close to another girl, let's call her Lacy. She was really nice and had started her period in class. She was on the verge of tears as she whispered to me to ask if I had any pads. I felt terrible because I didn't. She had to get up to ask another girl and I noticed she bled through. I told her to sit down but it was too late. One of Jared's friends, Andrew, saw and we knew him as the school gossip. By the end of the day everyone knew and she was in tears. They had been making fun of her and laughing at her throughout recess. I found her crying in the bathroom once school was over and we just sat and talked. Thankfully it all blew over for her, but she did move, and I miss her a lot. I'm now a freshman in high school. I made new friends. Jared never apologized but he left me alone toward the end of seventh grade. I know this isn't as bad as most people's stories, but I've never told anyone this before, and I'm glad to be a part of this project.