It wasn't just one it was several. I would be threatened by multiple boys often with open pocket knives. They would push me in the hall and knock my books out of my hands when the hall was full between classes. Anything they could do to mess with me. After I went ballistic on that one guy in the hall they kind of backed off. I was kind of an out sider. My family had moved from a city to a rural area when my dad got transferred. I ended up being friends with one of the biggest guys who had once been my tormentor. I was kind of accepted after that and they kind of backed off. You know, don't mess with the psycho...
It wasn't just one it was several. I would be threatened by multiple boys often with open pocket knives. They would push me in the hall and knock my books out of my hands when the hall was full between classes. Anything they could do to mess with me. After I went ballistic on that one guy in the hall they kind of backed off. I was kind of an out sider. My family had moved from a city to a rural area when my dad got transferred. I ended up being friends with one of the biggest guys who had once been my tormentor. I was kind of accepted after that and they kind of backed off. You know, don't mess with the psycho...
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