Eeeh, might as well:
Grades 1-6, I was bullied by everyone. I'm serious, by the way. I'm not being some depressed kid going "EVERYONE HATES ME, LEAVE ME ALONE!", because things are fine now.
But for six years I was hated on by everyone in a private school I went to for muslims, The teachers really wouldn't have bothered having me around, anyways. Got my ass kicked for the first 2 years, afterwards I started fighting back.
Here's the BEST part, if they made fun of me, I got into trouble (WHY!? Because they'd blame things on me and make it look like it was my fault or the teachers were just being asses) and if I EVER hit ANYONE ONCE for pushing me around ONLY I GOT INTO TROUBLE.
So, it sucked. I felt trapped, what was I supposed to do? 4th grade was when I met Fred, he wasn't an ass like everyone else and helped me through. So, regardless of that fact that we got into trouble, Fred and I fought off anyone who messed with us, we became really good friends after that. after 6th grade we both headed out seperate ways (still in contact, of course, a team is always a team, through the thick and through the thin)
that's pretty much it. after that people started treating me differently and I am who I am now.
Another thing, to get back at that dreaded school (The Calgary Islamic School) I named the empire sized ship of the final enemy the C.I.S
So, if you ever wondered what C.I.S was, there ya go

That past gets me down sometimes, but then I realize the importance of friends, how they get you through things.
-Adam!