When I was 5, I was being constantly bullied by my classmates, to the point where I thought that everyone in the school hated me. I was walking in the playground one lunchtime when an older boy who might’ve been year 6 pushed me over on accident. He quickly apologised, stood up, and ran off, leaving me with a bleeding knee. My tiny mind was incredibly upset, as I thought it was on purpose and I swore to myself I’d get revenge.
Fast forward 6 months, I was walking down a hallway to my classroom when I saw the same boy walking in my direction, talking with a friend. I immediately sprung into action, and I quickly looked around when I saw my teacher. I ran up to her, and pointing towards the boys, I told her that they pushed me over. She stormed towards them, and I ran past the boys and a very angry teacher as I went and hid in the Classroom.