It was five years ago, back when recess was outside, and everything was easy. Well, at least for most kids. For me, recess meant war. It meant staying alone and away from the other kids because I was avoiding being picked on and pushed around. I lost some good friends because of it. I never had many friends, but to top it all off, the kids, who were monsters in disguise, told me that if I were friends with them I couldn't be friends with the people who were actually nice, and acted as angels. Not even they could save me from the cruelty of being a child. No one could.
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NonfiksiI was bullied a lot when I was younger. My English teacher asked us to write a short story based on true event. Mine was probably the most closely related. Please enjoy the short story!
