One day I staied on the floor of the high school, a group of people cames to me and they began to insults me. The next day the same. When the days passed, the insults were more agressive.

And two weeks later, a boy hurst  me in the stomach, I didn’t say anything to my teacher or my parents because I was afraid and they told me that if I talked with someone about this, they hurt me. The only friend that I had, said, that I had to speak with the director.

This afternoon, they  fought me in the street, then when they went to their home, I see my friend Robert, and told me that he talked with the director and tomorrow , the director spoke with this group.

Thanks to my friend Robert for talked the director. In the some day I didn’t have more problems whit then people.

Pseudònim: Tximitxurri

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