3 (short) Years

It started in 5th grade, I was the new kid. There was this girl who was really tall she randomly came up to me and told me to come with her to a big group of people. She led me to the middle and slapped me across the face. A handprint was left on the right side of my face. She luckily got in trouble, but this was just the beginning. She got worse, some of her favorite things to do were spread rumors, punch me, kick me, and push me down. Finally one day when she had knocked my books out of my hands on the floor and was kicking me, a girl who had been watching from the beginning said something. She helped me pick up my books and helped me to my feet. We then right then and there became best friends. She was the only one who was there for me. I finally had a friend, she helped me get help and out of depression. Now i’m very happy in life and i moved away. That girl is my best friend and she will forever will be.