I got the brunt of the bullies attacks cause I was from England with an English accent. So immediately, I was branded as a posh 'fag'. Especially since all I had was my weird English clothes with things like sandals instead of shoes and British raincoats.
Of course parents and teachers were no help at all and just laughed it off, not realizing how devastating it was to a young kid.
In high school it got even worse because my parents were constantly moving us to new cities right around mid school terms. So I'd start a new school halfway through the year with no friends, and not knowing what the hell was going on. My parents were totally clueless and used to buy me dorky clothes and things like a briefcase to carry my schoolwork in. (to which I was promptly laughed at by everybody)
Luckily, I was 6ft tall and indimidating on my own so that I never got into fights. But in Toronto, I ended up with an entire gang after me who'd wait at the school for me to show up. (Led by that bastard Bob Price who I swear I'll get even with some day).
It ended up getting so bad that my parents actually had to move us away from Toronto cause I was afraid to go to school.
Even then, my anxiety was so bad that I'd sneak liquor out of my parents bar just so I'd have the nerve to show up for home room.

My fondest wish is that I could go back in time knowing what I know now just so I could get even with those pricks that made my life a misery.

I guess on the plus side though, being isolated a lot of the time caused me to spend a lot of time learning guitar so it didn't all turn out bad.
Then by my last year of high school I suddenly became 'Mr. Cool Dude' cause I was in a band and smoking up with all the other kewl long haired guys.
Suddenly girls were interested in me and people wanted to hang out.

Course, I was jaded by then and basically treated them like crap because my reaction was 'where the hell were you 2 years ago....suddenly I'm in a band and now you want to be my best pal?? Screw you."

High School sucked so bad it felt like going to prison every day.
Then I went to college, got a 76 Firebird and long hair, joined a band and was suddenly Mr. Wonderful. But still, at the back of my mind was the fact that people were being so shallow that the only reason they were my friends was because I was now considered 'cool'... so I constantly found reasons to turn the tables on them, like waiting for them to make fun of a fat girl or something, and then telling them off, going up to the girl and talking to her like a person.