This is a contribution of being a victim of bullying. I wrote this for the Bullying Book that is...
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When I was in the 6th grade in I.S. 125, the bullying continued. I continued getting bullied in school for the same reasons. People found me easy going once again and started calling me names. This was the first time; I started getting called, gay, and was told that my breath smells. People use to push me around and call me names. My 6th grade rival who I had the most problems with was a kid by the name of Paul. Therefore, every now and then Paul and I were sent to the dean’s office. From the 6th grade to the 8th grade, these same forms of bullying occurred. If I had told on the students, people called me a snitch. Therefore, my nick name some might say during those times and moving forward into my later years in high school was “The Snitch”. In a sense, I was stuck with nowhere to go. As a pacifist, I was stuck and could not do anything. I just had to continue suffering the pain and agony of getting bullied.