I was on first grade back then. I always expected the 1st grade students like me are friendly and not know violence since we're just kids thats just starting to grow. But my opinion changed when i noticed that some guys started picking on me. They would steal my snakc, snatch my notes and throw them, also my pencils lol. There was one time when one of them just fucking shoved a newly sharpened pencil on my wrist like wtf??? My wrist started to bleed and they threatened me, they said something worse will happen to my little sister (who was just im kindergarten) if i tell my parents. Everything just stopped when one of them punched me in my stomach and my mum happened to be right there at the moment. I stopped going to school and started a nee life in the other school and fortunately, kids are more better than the previous one.
[If youre wondering where the hell is my teacher in my darkest days, she was just at her desk, eating her food like a pig and payed no attention when i was getting bullied infront of her.]
