I was apparently a near-perfect bullying victim. I was bullied all the way through school - from reception class in primary, right through to my GCSEs in Year 11. Standard beatings (one-on-one, or ganged-up on), verbal abuse, destruction of personal property and schoolwork, the occasional mindgames (though not often, most of them were quite dumb in that regard), and threats that they'd come find me outside of school (the one thing that made me glad that the school I went to wasn't local to my home).
Through primary, there were three main kids who bullied me; each eventually got kicked out, only to be replaced with another bully; even worse, all three had been rejected from the other local primary schools for bullying, but were accepted to my school.

Jermaine in reception and year 1 would beat me; Jemil in years 2 through 4 would sometimes get the rest of his gaang of mates in on it too. Venetia (yep, that's right, I was beaten by a girl) in years 5 and 6 was so FAT it was impossible to fight back (believe me, I tried). In secondary school, most of my registration group bullied me at various different times.
The only good thing is, the secondary I'd wanted to go to, I didn't because Venetia was sent there by her parents. My mates (who did go there - who were themselves ex-bullies who'd also been kicked out of that other primary school I mentioned, but actually reformed), told me that in year 9, Venetia got over-confident and got caught, and was expelled - publicly escorted out of the school buiulding during lunchtime by 3 of the senior teachers, past everyone, and dumped at the kerb to wait for her parents. O well.
