I am crying. Uncontrollabley. It’s amazing I can type. I can’t get over this. Today. This. Everything. And of course it was gym.
Him: Stop looking at me bitch. You know you caused that.
I opened my mouth to say something strong. Something to show him I wasn’t afraid anymore, but I was. So, I just stared at him as he walked again. Thought in my head: That wasn’t true. The True Behind The Thought: Yeah, um sure.
And then in sixth period, his friends are there. We had new seating and they are all behind me now. One was poking my shoulder and he laughing.
Me: Could you please not touch me?
Guy 1: Listen to her, though she’s a whore. Or she’s write a report up on you.
Guy 2: Everything said will be used against me.
Guy 3: That wasn’t cool guys…..all you have to do it this.
And he leaned forward to point my side. I freaked and jumped in my chair, hitting my elbow. They all erupted into laughter and all I could do was sit there and take it.
So I come back to the main question:
Why me?