Today, I was bullied in 3rd period.
A group of about five to six people came up to my desk and started questioning about my sexual occupation and sex status.
I was very uncomfortable. They're very irritating, polluted, distasteful.
" I AM IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP WITH A PLANT ", I bluntly said to throw them off guard, before turning away and helping a classmate.
In the meantime, as I helped the classmate, one of the students stole away and hid my biology binder on my desk.
I soon told the teacher that my binder was missing. She made a distressed expression, knowing the class as it is and made an effort to look for it.
Unable to find it at first, she told the class that no one was to leave the room unless my binder turned up.
I sat quietly in my seat, disgruntled and irritated, twirling a pair of little scissors in my hand,
threatening that I would stab the eyes of the person, whom took my binder--
Carlos told me not to do that, I'm glad he said that when I was on the verge of doing so.
' Violence is weakness, patience is strength. ' , I thought to myself
One of the girls (i.e the main bully) returned my binder.
The bell rang, and class emptied out. I bit my lower lip, then took a breath, pretending to yawn and stretch.
When the classroom was nearly empty, all but one person and the teacher, I cracked into tears of bitterness.
" Augh! I hate this! ", I raised my voice towards the ceiling before slumping my head onto the desk.
I clenched my teeth as tears streamed like raindrops.
" Is it okay if I pat you? " , Miss Haertling asked.
I nodded, then set my head down a little.
" Its not like I'm totally sad about this, just irritated " , I heaved a sigh.
She insisted on writing me a pass, I said it was okay, but she did anyways.
I left the classroom at the last minute of passing period, running to class, even though I had a pass.
