This is going to be a short lived story, as all I really want to say is how terrible I felt. The first day I was bullied, I just brushed it off my shoulder. But then it happened again. And again. And again. Day after day, I was targeted. Eventually the whole grade turned against me. Being the only African American student in my entire school, it was hard for them to call me out. I felt lost. Everyday I came into this school, determined to learn. And everyday I left the school, the only thing I learned was how these people thought about me. They thought I was an awful awful person. They discriminated against me because I wasn't just like them. I couldn't come to a sensus wit why they had to make me feel so low. I wanted to be okay and I wanted to be happy, but because my skin was a different color than theirs, they didn't let me have my own happiness.
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BULLIED
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...
