When I was 7 I moved to Great Britian and the school I moved to was a sports school. I got in to play tennis. This school was for 7-17 year olds.

So I got to school and I didn't speak much English and was bullied for it, the bullies age varied from 7 to 14. This went on for 2 years. I couldn't change schools because my mom and dad wanted me to go to the school because of the benefits of have my future.

So after almost 2 years of constant bullying I was getting pissed off and depressed. One day, when I was getting bullied near a main road, I snapped and pushed one of the kids at the age of 14. He fell backwards onto the road, and a car drove over his feet.

This kid was the best at running in the school, better than the eldest kids. He was a natural at running. And after the car he couldn't use his legs again. He is stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

After that I was just feared. Everyone was hiding when I walked around. After a year we moved back to Norway. Now I have PTSD and depression and guilt the size of Jupiter