I felt a sudden stinging pain rush down my ear. "Ouch! What the fuck!" The girl sitting behind me slapped me in the forehead. "Turn around bitch!" I was scared and angry at the same time. "Fuck you." I heard the words coming out of my mouth and immediately regretted them. "I said turn around bitch." I complied and turned around hoping that was the end of it, but knowing, from too many humiliating experiences, that it was most likely just the beginning. Only a few more hours and I'd be out of there, safe in my bedroom. This was the final assembly before me and the rest of my fellow 7th through 9th graders would be dismissed for winter break. I sat rigidly still in hopes that the girl behind me was satisfied. A few minutes went by. Just as the knot in my stomach started to relax, I felt something warm and wet rolling down the back of my neck. "Did you just fucking spit on me?" I felt a sudden rush of anger, confusion, and humiliation course through my body. "Turn the fuck around!" It was wrong to fight. I didn't want to hurt anyone, especially a girl. I could never hit a girl. I didn't know what to do. "What the fuck?" Now two boys, much bigger than me, sat down on either side of the girl. "She said turn the fuck around!" I turned back around feeling defeated, humiliated, and hopeless. For the next two hours I sat there while the girl and the two other boys spit on me, flicked my ears, and slapped the back of my head. I tried to ignore them. I tried to pretend that I didn't feel their warm spit rolling down the back of my neck and shirt. Most of all, I fought the tremendous urge to break down in tears. I would not give them that. I am on this site because I want to do everything and anything I can to stop other children from experiencing the humiliation that I had to endure throughout my young teenage years. Nobody should have to endure this kind of abuse. I will do whatever I can to help this movement succeed in its goals of putting a stop to bullying.