Looking back I remember when I was at a different school.  I didn’t enjoy my time there because I was always being bullied. I was bullied because I liked bees and because I had a cousin who was a bit weird and so they all thought I was the same.

When I told the teacher that I was always being bullied they did nothing but tell me to go away in their teachery way. When I played on my scooter the children would stand in my way and say mean things about the colour of the  scooter which was yellow.