I remember in primary school this girl called Katie used to bully me every single day. She would take my lunch, punch me and call me names.
Obviously when I was that young I wasn't aware I was being bullied so I didn't tell anyone, but there were a few obvious bits where in class you could see I was upset and my teacher noticed. She asked me if I was okay and I told her that Katie was just calling me names and nothing else.
A few weeks later Katie moved country, and after she had moved she left the "My Little Pony" book and a bracelet (which both she stole off of me) in her school tray.
The DAY she was gone, my teacher came up to me with the book and bracelet and said "Don't worry about anything, I found these in her tray and I just want you to know that if anyone ever brings you down, that you can let me know".
This totally was the first time that I ever had any kind of realisation that things can get better, even if they really totally suck at some point in time.