When I was 10 years old, I was bullied at school.

It was not such a big fuss, for the bullying never had a chance to live long. And I was not even bullied hard by a group of mean girls. No, it was just by one obnoxious boy who just couldn’t get his mouth shut.

I can’t really remember why I was being bullied – maybe he was just seeking attention, or he didn’t like me for some reasons. But I remember the crying afterwards, being hurt for someone had shattered a girl’s utopia and started calling her names.

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