I had the teacher everyone wanted, Mr. Lynch.
This year we had split grades, so 5th and 6th graders were together.
Randi's brother Jacob was in my class, and we fought constantly.
One day, I'd had enough and started crying in class.
Mrs. Mutch, the counselor, came and brought me to her office.
I was relieved. I'd talked to Mr. Lynch so many times about what was happening to me. She was who they called when students needed extra help.
She was coming to help me.
She asked why I was crying so much at school and why I wasn't getting along with my classmates.
I told her the boys in class were harassing me, and I was just standing up for myself.
She told me I just needed to do a better job of ignoring it, and besides, I was too old to be crying at school.
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What My Mother Forgot
No FicciónBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
