When I was in fifth grade, I had my very first fight. It wasn’t exactly my choice, and I would have prefered to escape this particular fight, but that wasn’t an option. I was dealing with multiple bullies for a few years, but I’d say fifth grade was the worst of them all. The fight happened just after my P.E. class. We were all in the locker rooms, (me in the boy’s locker room obviously) and we had just finished changing. Another of the boys by the name of Bryce, was the one who gave me the most trouble. He had started ramming me into closed lockers by shoving me with his shoulder, using all his force to push me into it. Each time he did that, he backed away and got farther away before he darted towards me again. Finally, I had grown tired