Elsewhere’s thread reminded me one of the worst times in my life- middle school. Let me give you some background when I was a kid we moved a lot so I ended up in different schools. By fourth grade I could tell that the other girls did not like me, it wasn't really bad in 4th and fifth grade but then came 6th grade. I came into the new school a few weeks late because we had moved again and within a day I knew that this was going to be hell. On that first day one girl took it upon herself to pick on me, she took my PE clothes and threw them on the roof (try explaining that to your PE teacher!) things only got worse. The girls in my classes went out of their way to make fun of me, I could never do anything right, they would pick on me all day long, I would often fake illness to get my mom to let me stay home and I would come home in tears often.
My whole six grade year I went straight to the library, I think at one point I was reading