The moment I entered Holland at the age of ten, joining my new school and my new class. I was presented as the new girl in class, immediately finding out who was going to make my life a living hell.
Marsha van Maurik.....I'll never forget her name ever. The leader of the girls, mean to any outsider, which I was. The beginning of bullying me started that exact day and she and her followers, made my life hell for the first six years I lived in Holland.
Can't think of a better way to respond to your answer although I recovered long ago from the first time I realized not everybody likes me:-)