Waking up to the sun rising, still hanging on the flagpole, not looking forward to the day ahead of me. My ass is on FIRE, and I don't even get a BREAK! (Spirit week was hands down, the worst week every year)
An hour more hanging on the flagpole and kids start to flood into the building. Most people walk by and laugh, and a particular person stops at the base of the pole. Paul. He lowers me down and drags me off to the side of the school to the porta-potties. There, he gave me porta-pottie swirlies until he was able to rip my underwear off me. After ripping my under off me, he locked me inside and knocked it over, door side landing against the ground trapping me inside for the ENTIRE DAY. I literally didn't get out until the janitor came by and got it up. After I was let out, I ran home crying and instantly git in the shower. And thankfully, that night, my brothers weren't home, and I had the house to myself and literally just layed in bed BUTT NAKED until the next day.
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My school life
Randomin this I will basically be talking about why exactly I became a target to bullies and to wrdgies mostly and talk about different times I was bullied throughout my school days.
