Bullying In The Middle School: A Short Story

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“Kenneth I don’t care if you don’t understand, your’e holding up the class. We're moving on”. Unfortunately, this is what I heard every day in math class. I sat back in my chair, holding back tears. The urge to cry wasn't because I was being bullied, but because I was being bullied by someone that I looked up to so highly.Prior to this, I had never been bullied in my entire school career. Yet, the fact that my first time was by a teacher destroyed me. I sat quietly in my chair counting down every second until the class ended.

Back in middle school, I was the type of student that could excel in every subject except math. By that I don’t mean I was bad at math; I was atrocious. Everyday while the other students sat in math class together, I

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