The beginning of torture

I remember that during my elementary days which were first to sixth grade is when everything went to crap. Besides second grade everything else felt like a nightmare. Little did I realize the nightmare was just beginning. I must say 3rd grade was pretty alright I was still in the special class but I had pretty awesome teachers. I remember in fourth grade I didn't need the special class anymore but this is when I started to get bullied by other kids. Even if I was sad I always tried to keep a smile on my face but I was such a huge crybaby back then. I remember me and other kids would do singing battles at recess and people would always make fun of my voice and say the other person was better and that they did a better song than me. I remember that people would trip or push me down and some people even threatened me. All I did back then was smiling and trying to make friends. I remember that my science teacher didn't like me and another student very much so she pushed us down the stairs. Again my mother came to the office and all the teacher got was a pay cut and warning the school also deleted all footage related with that incident. Then fifth to sixth grade I was just bullied and stabbed in the back and the place where I felt safest at turned into a horrible reality. At home my father always was angry he drank and smoke and did some things that were really horrible. Granted he has gotten a lot better and I forgive him now but at that time it really hurt me. I just hoped that when I got to the highschool building seventh through eighth grade everything would change. Little did I know I would be traumatized for life and unable to ever go back to the way I was before.