Maybe it was because I had to much hatred. Maybe I was not doing enough. Maybe I was doing to little. It started in second year, when they figured out who I was, a "mudblood" as they would say. Once they knew me they turned my life into hell. I was the most hated person in the school because of Avery Mulciber and his slytherin friends. He only said little things, "You are so bossy. What is with your hair? You look like a carrot." It started out like that. Not to bad, I always had a come back. The next year it got a little worse, telling me I was stuck up and a prude, telling me I was hated.  Fourth year and up was the worst, I didn't even try to protect myself. He still did the things from fourth and third year but now he really hurt me.He told me to go die I went into depression slowly, I didn't have anyone to talk to that wasn't my family. I didn't tell them anyways. My grades stayed the same and none of my teachers noticed, Avery hurt me when nobody was looking. Today was the day that I finally lost it.