At school, my friends liked me. There are one likes to bring a plan to persecute me. The peninsula, steps will have to be teachers, and every time the teacher training. I usually like line was the last of the Chamber and is a little guy, which according to reality. I have to go in front of the row, and the row with a group of friends now come drag me to pinch hitter is front row, which I don't want. Friends teased me until I have to accept it and walk into the right front row, then one friend hands me tightly until the redness. Don't give me away? My friends like to pull my hair, hit me back pushed me because it's fun for me that friends teased. I think my friends pretend, because our loving friends. I think what. My beautiful world, and in that time, I was a friend of bullying. For a friend, it may be fun, but I think it might be a fun moment but for some it is a bad thing because in addition to the pain, and then the others, still playing with a child-like gossip, and that there is no etiquette.
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