I remember when I was younger, maybe kindergarten, there were these group of older boys who would gather around me and call me names and other things.
I can't exactly remember what they said, but I remember how they said it. They said it teasingly, but almost like they wanted it to affect me.
After a while, I got sick of it and you wanna know what I did? I screamed. I screamed and they all scattered, almost as if they were scared to get caught. They teased me for a few days more, and every day I'd scream, and they'd run away. Finally, they stopped messing with me.
I was little, and probably didn't realize at the time what was really going on, but I'm glad I defended myself. Who knows what would've happened if I hadn't.
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Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...
