Just Kidding and Ganging up

I have bullied someone before and I myself have been bullied also. When I was in 5th grade, I was going to new school and there was this one girl that I instantly became friends with and her name was Stormie. But then there were these other girls and these two boys that had a little clique and nobody ever had the guts to stand up to them. Well about a month into the school year I became best friends with two of the girls in this clique. As a result, I basically turned my back on her to be their friend because since nobody in the group liked her, I thought why should I. Back then I didn’t really care about what if I’m really hurting her by turning my back on her, I just went with what this clique did. So throughout the school year, we started doing really mean things to her and eventually her mom got involved but we didn’t care because we were little 5th graders and we thought her mom isn’t going to do anything to us because our moms would step in. So in the end, her mom ended up taking her out of the school because we would just taunt her almost everyday, which would make her cry. I guess I liked feeling like I had power over someone else and that’s why I did that. Well when I moved to Alameda and began middle school in 7th grade at Wood, the tables turned. There was also a clique at Wood when I got there and I got into an argument with a girl in that clique, so her friend stepped in and tried to fight me. This had never happened to me, there was four of them backing her up and one of me with nobody. That girl continued to try and make my life miserable the whole time I was at Wood because as long as she was with her friends she knew I wouldn’t do anything. Well one day I decided that nobody was going to walk over me anymore. So one day in class she said something to me, I said something back and it escalated into an argument but she didn’t do anything to me at all. But this wasn’t until next year in the 8th grade. Just her and her friends being there every day made me hate it at Wood because I now knew what it felt like to be bullied. It felt like I was helpless and couldn’t do anything. I went to teachers and even my mom, but nothing really changed at all until I had to stand up to her myself. I guess she liked seeing me helpless because she felt she had power over me like I felt I did to my friend in 5th grade.