In a class of thirty (30) having the smallest stature, so I was prone to be bullied and I didn't like it, so I couldn't express myself. There was this naughty boy, he was Jimmy, Jimmy was about 6 feet high with wide shoulders, and he likes to tease students under his class.
He ran through the school hall with the gang, as if he owned a house. Everyone was afraid of him. I was in his bad book dating his crush, frankly saying that the "evil smile" on his face was doing something bad for him. When dealing with him, I always pay attention to my steps, but there was an incident in the man's room where he slapped me with a dirty face because he didn't finish the science project.
To be honest, I was sad to feel this for a few days, but what kept my hope was to return to him with tests, tests and assignments. It was the only way to keep him away from the ball. So I turned against him in a discussion that almost ended in battle, but I was careful not to jeopardize my academic pursuit for what I really don't care about.