I wrote this piece in an English class one day when I felt very upset. The people on my table were the type not to do any work and then get in trouble, me included. So I tried to get them to do some work, and one of the things I said was taken and twisted until they could start making fun of me. They told some of their friends and they joined in to. They kept on laughing at me or mocking me for no reason. It hurt so much but it was near the end of the year so I didn't say anything. When I wrote that I was trying not to cry. It reflected how I felt. I hope people realize that you make think you're great and popular so you can mock the weaker one but really you're just a desperate idiotic kid who needs to learn sometimes a joke goes too far and people have a lot of insecurities. I hope this might get through to the people who mock and the people being mocked. If you are getting mocked, remember you are a precious rose that maybe hasn't blossomed but are still beautiful on the inside.