- Looking at the picture, I think of school bullying.

 

It all started during first and second grade, and it was the dark and searing days of summer. I was a new student, and it was the first full day of classes for me. As a new student, it was normal for me to look forward to introducing myself to my new classmates, but the entire day was a struggle for me. Because inevitably, as a new student, I would meet all the same troubles as the class bully. One boy, in particular, a redheaded boy with a monstrous sneer – he would make it a point to constantly shove me and assert his cruel dominance over me. Every morning, he would call me a name – a particularly, cruel and hateful name. It was really foolish, even for him, since he was the worst one to ever do it. During the course of the day, he would always harass me about it, until no one in the class could hear me talk, because of the hushed whispers and the loud laughter. Even during lunch, he would push me aside while he took extra food from the lunch lady for himself, while she continued to smile and be cheerful to everyone in the class. But unfortunately, it did not stop there. He would always insinuate criticism towards my parents. He would be openly insulting my mother and father, mocking them for being poor, and advocating for them to quit their jobs. I'm very angry with his action and I tell it to my parents and they tell that story to my school and they suspended that boy because not only I was bullied, many people. After that story, I became brave and I feel like I can continue my studies at this school.