Today I felt great, for I had just won a 2.5k race, I did not know what was in store for me today. I was casually walking down the hallway with my friends minding my own business when the 5th grader punches me and I fall. My friends, not wanting to not get hurt, run away leaving me to get pummeled by him. The punches fly I try and stop him but he insistent on hurting me each punch hurting more each time, I wish I could fight back. I know that if I fight back it might backfire and make him hit harder and it will get me in trouble. He stops hitting, I am left wondering why. Did he get in trouble? Did he feel bad? Why did he stop?
I go to Dr. Brink the lower school psychiatric helper, my sister’s favorite person at the school because she can help me understand what to do. I tell her about the times that he has terrorized me. Including the day of the late spring concert of 2014. The choir and I were waiting for our turn to sing, and out of nowhere a 5th grader starts choking me. I can’t breathe eventually he lets me breathe just to choke me again, by the time I get on stage I can barely breathe by myself, I can not sing at all. I also tell her it happens constantly except in different ways like on the
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I wonder what I am in trouble for and when I think what could happen to me, I start thinking the 5th grader lied to him just to get out of trouble. I just can’t bear what could happen and my eyes start to water. I walk into the office and I see the 5th grader and want to leave immediately. I grudgingly sit down, the principal says what the 5th grader said, but it is all a lie. When he asks me what happened I answer and while I say it, I feel as if everyone is staring at me waiting for me to make a mistake and call me out on it, and I start to cry. Seeing me the principal says I can go and he will talk to the 5th