Bullying Monologue

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CHAPTER FIVE

"Hey, queer," has become the first thing I discern when I ambulate into school every morning. I don't understand their obsession with calling me that, but I think they've realized how much it frustrates me, and that's why they keep at it still. So when they call me by that incoherent slur, everyone in the vicinity always laughs as I hurry away, endeavoring to evade the path my mother had taken when dealing with her own bully. It's not worth it, I keep telling myself. Their opinions don’t matter- shouldn’t matter. Too bad I'm not very good at convincing a prevaricator. The group that has been bullying me seems to have restructured itself since the start of the school year. Now, it is led by a sneering senior boy, one who wears

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