Beat for being poor

I was going to a new school called Welch Elementary in West Virginia. The people that live here are different than I expected. They have very heavy accents and there are also a lot more black people than I thought would be here. When I met the principal with my mom and Brian, I could not understand a word he was saying. My mom had to translate everything he said to Brian and I. In the end, he didn't understand what we were saying. The principal ended up getting annoyed and confused and placed us in special classes for students with learning disabilities because he couldn't understand us. Even though Brian and I are much smarter than the education levels of those classes we did what we were told. One girl I noticed looking at me funny that day ended up poking a pencil between my shoulder blades. I was extremely nervous for lunch because of this and I had no one else that could be with me. Once I got out on the playground I noticed a group of girls coming in my direction and they didn't look very friendly. The one girl asked if I thought I was better than them. I have never had that type of mentality so I told her what I believed, that we are all equal. I got beat up pretty bad by the girls. The bullying never stopped, I got beat up everyday and got called poor, ugly and dirty. Which at the time was all true. I have never been bullied about not having money or being poor so this was a different experience, I didn't even want to tell my parents. After a while I told my mom that three black girls were giving me a hard time because were poor. She told me there was nothing wrong with being poor.