There were a lot of tough kids who went to my school and gangs, drugs, and fighting were problems, even though many students came from very wealthy families, some of the wealthiest families in the city. There was a wide range of children from different socio-economic backgrounds who attended that school.
I was bullied by two people with a personal vendetta against me in the eight grade. I don't think they bullied anyone else. Fighting back did not make them stop and they always attacked me together. I believe that one of them was in a gang herself, the older one, who was just one year ahead of me in school, but two years older because she was repeating the grade. The other girl used to be one of my best friends the summer before when we spent 6 out of 7 days together, all summer long, but when the school year began she started hanging out with different kids and my friends and I no longer saw her. We never had a falling out. She just sort of disappeared. Four months after the school year began, they beat me up once or twice a day for five days, not stopping if I was on the ground. The older one would climb on top of me and grab my hair and bash my head against the concrete over and over again, so I figured out that I had to stay on my feet. After five days the older one brought a gun to school to shoot me. I believe another student who knew about the plan to shoot me alerted the police, but I was never told how they knew, I just guessed that. How else would they know? The morning of the fifth day, they did not beat me up, as they had every day. Sometime during the day at school, I was taken to the office where I was very briefly informed that they had discovered a gun in the older girl's locker during a "random locker search," a story I did not believe, and that they knew that I was the intended victim. Then my parents took me home. I guess I was supposed to be shot after school, but they didn't tell me what they knew precisely. Strangely, they did not interview me regarding my side of the story or even ask me any questions. They had already interviewed other students because at least 30 other students had witnessed the fights, and believed they understood what was going on and they didn't need my input. I never learned any of the details, such as how she got the gun, how they learned about it, or anything else because they were minors and such matters were handled differently for minors. They never needed any more of my input. I never really knew what their fates were although I heard rumors.
My parents moved me to a private school on the other side of town and we moved closer to my new school. Once we had moved, I never spoke to anyone from my previous school again.
When I was 16, I ran into the girl who was my own age, my former friend, and she loudly announced to the other girls who were with her that she had beaten me up and she enjoyed it. She wasn't in the least bit remorseful at all.
I think the biggest mistake was not interviewing me or asking me any questions, just treating me like an object. There was a lot more to the story. I probably could have also used a lot of counseling, but I didn't receive any. My parents acted like nothing had happened, and so did I. I believe that was also a huge mistake. More than 12 years later I told my father that I thought he grossly underestimated how much those events affected me during my teenage years.