I was walking down the hall at school after mass, when I felt a hard smack in the back of my head. It wasn't unexpected. Kids had been calling me names like "stupid retard," poking, and threatening me for weeks before it happened. But after it happened I was still in shock. Unfortunately, since I was blindsided, I still have no idea who did it. Nobody who walked down the hall with me that day will speak up and help identify the bully. I'm not going to fight back the way the bullies want me to. Instead, I'm going to speak up and not suffer in silence.
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