In fourth grade, my parents switched my brother and I into public school. I knew one girl at school from church, and we had last names that were similar in the alphabet, so we were in homeroom together. I became friends with she and her best friend, and I had already made two friends on the first day.
During recess, I noticed that almost all of the boys played football. I knew one of the boys because he lived in my neighborhood, so I asked them to play. For the first couple of weeks, I was chosen last and never passed the ball. But, one time, somebody passed me the ball, or I intercepted it, or something, and from then on, I became pretty good.
The problem with that was that the girls did not appreciate me playing with the guys. By being literally the only girl who played, I became a target of more bullying. I had a huge crush on one of the boys that I played football with, and they all told him. They all teased me about it.
I knew that it was not going to get any easier when I landed the role of Mozart in the fifth grade play and all of the girls made fun of me. I had a solo that I had to sing in front of everyone. I ended up speaking my solo because I was terrified of being made fun of after being ridiculed during practice.
Elementary school was manageable though. Middle school was where things got bad.
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