This has been going around face book and it just reminded me of stuff:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IcVyvg2Qlo&feature=player_embedded One time that I was attacked at school I had to go to A&E and whilst I was getting stitches in my face (it was a particularly nasty one) my mum went into school to basically go "what the fuck?!?" and my year head suggested, very tactfully, that I should perhaps try being less "flamboyant". In return my mum suggested, NOT very tactfully, that perhaps they should revise their policies.
Being 15 was absolutely the worst year in my life (and that's counting my suicide attempt at 19) and I remember changing year groups at school (each year was split into two) not because it made the bullies pick on me less, but at least I was with my friends when it happened and I didn't feel so alone and, albeit slightly, it made it feel less hopeless.
It was shit, but it did get better.