Every lunch a group of bullies met me at the gate on my way back from the playground. Every lunch I take a different route to avoid them but somehow they always find me. It’s always me, even if I have a friend with me they always go for ME. I tell my teachers, my friends, and my family but they do nothing about it. It's almost like they don't care. I wish I had something, somebody or even a power. But I don't, well not that I know of. So that is why I am always last to class.
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