“Hosea! Earth to Hosea!”
I heard some snapping going on and I was immediately transported back to school (or at least what my mind allowed me to do).
“Yes?” I nervously complied when I came back to this unwanted reality.
“Are you doing okay?”
“Not really. Sorry for daydreaming again.” I confessed. “It just sucks that I have to deal with all those people bullying me.”
“You just have to toughen up though.”
“I’m not the one who’s starting it. There’s a bunch of people talking behind my back, I tell people about it, but no one does anything about it.” I complained.
“It’s not that serious and they probably didn’t mean it.”
I just stared at the teacher and shook my head. Did they actually believe what they were saying?