“What happened?”
“I was about to get my stuff from my locker and go to my biology class, and then I was grabbed by those guys on the football team.” I began my confession with the dean. I noticed that none of those assailants were around.
“They started cussing me out because one of their friends was bullying me last week. They hit me, so I hit them right back.” I continued.
“We don’t hit other people here at this school.”
“But there were at least seven other guys whaling on me. Why aren’t you punishing them, too?” I raised my voice as I challenged the faculty. “How would YOU feel if you were outnumbered like that?”
“We still have to find out who did that to you, but that doesn’t excuse your behavior. You’re getting an in-school.”
My jaw dropped when I heard that.
I was the victim, yet no one believed me.
Maybe the whole world wanted me quiet.
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