Mrs. Hanson was our English Comp Teacher, and I thought she was nice.
She sat me in the 2nd to the last row, with Aidan behind me.
Not sure why, but he hated me.
Every day he'd push my books off my desk, or he'd tip my desk back with me in it, acting like he would let me fall.
I begged Mrs. Hanson every day to move my seat, but she refused.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore 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...
