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i remember, it was my sophomore year, and i would get picked on by the seniors because i was younger than them.
you on the other hand, were one year older than me, which made you a junior. you never got picked on, in fact, they were attracted to you.
i didn't mind getting picked on though, because i knew that they only did it for their own amusement, and it made me feel bad for them. so everytime they trapped me in the stalls, at lunch, the back of the school, or even in public and humiliated me for being who i was, i just brushed it off.
i didn't give a care in the world if they pulled my hair, called me ugly, or messed up my school work, because i knew that you cant break a person who's already broken.
