Dear You,
So, it's happening, again. The bullying I mean.It all started when I came on the bus this morning. The first nonsense I hear is from these group of guys calling me names. They kept going and then, not long after that, they got my siblings involved. And believe me, I got mad.
I tried to keep myself together, but eventually, I blew up. I was angry and pissed.I was shouting and my anxiety level was through the roof. I don't do so well when that happens, so whatever I said, must've sucked and sounded ridiculous because the whole back of the bus was laughing, and I felt stupid and embarrassed. I was defeated, and I felt the urge to cry, but I held those tears back, at least till we got to the school so I can cry in a bathroom stall.
Not that the bus incident wasn't enough, one of the guys who was on my bus, is in my gym class. Great right?
Well in gym, we were playing basketball, and of course, when we played, he was rough, especially towards me. He would shove me to the ground or knock his shoulder hard into my arm, and I ended up quitting the game totally, sitting down by whoever couldn't play because they were injured or didn't have the proper uniform for gym.
Just when I thought this bullying stopped, it came once again to stab me in the back.
From, Me
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Dear You, From, Me [COMPLETED & EDITING]
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