When I was in the third grade I found the grade fun at the start but that was until one day I went into the breakfast club and these four six graders went over to me and they called me a ginger, a freak and a little weirdo. I was so scared when they were picking on me and it went on for about 3 months and when they bullied me they made the rest of my day miserable although they started the torment on me at the beginning of the day.Because of them I kept on getting in trouble in class like the teacher would ask me to listen in class or she would ask me to do my homework because I didn't listen in class and I didn't do my homework because the bullies always made me miserable and because of that I didn't feel like doing anything at all but be afraid. As time went on it came to the last day of school before the Christmas break and as usual the bullies picked on me but this time things would be different because after the torment I took I told my teacher and she gaved out to them and she made them apologise to me and it felt like a Christmas wish. After that life was much easier , I did well in school and I got lots of friends.Thank you for reading my story.
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