My story begins at an ordinary elementary school, I was an student in the fourth grade. Coming to a different school seemed like a great opportunity to make new friends, or acquaintances. I was horribly wrong. When I would get on the bus I would be called names, spat on, hit. Then when i would get home, I would imagine that it never had happened. Growing up I thought that it would get better, wrong again. Girls began to torment me and be abusive towards me. I'd get called "Fat, Disgusting, Worthless" and people had the NERVE to say "Kill yourself." When I began 8th grade I soon realized that those people who would act down on me were not any better than me. I begin to show mercy for those children. I honestly felt bad and they really taught me a lesson, which I still live by today, that lesson was that when people treat you, or someone you know, harshly, dont just sit there and act like nothing happened, DO SOMETHING!
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