All throughout school, I had been bullied. I never knew it was called abuse, always thought it was just being picked on.
I had been beat up, had stuff taken from me, thrown down stairs, had my pants pulled down in front of everyone.
The worst part, was that I'd just be there crying. Even when they pantsed me, I'd just stand there crying, and not even be able to pull them back up. Usually a teacher or some kid that felt sorry for me would help me.
I never had really known why I was always picked on, because back then, I had felt that everyone was different. Then I learned that there were "groups and cliches" that people were part of. If you were not in them, then you were the one being bullied.
I had been beat up, had stuff taken from me, thrown down stairs, had my pants pulled down in front of everyone.
The worst part, was that I'd just be there crying. Even when they pantsed me, I'd just stand there crying, and not even be able to pull them back up. Usually a teacher or some kid that felt sorry for me would help me.
I never had really known why I was always picked on, because back then, I had felt that everyone was different. Then I learned that there were "groups and cliches" that people were part of. If you were not in them, then you were the one being bullied.