The Places That Hurt

"Guy, what kind of name is that? More like Gay! HAHAHA! Third grade consisted of so many bullies that I felt like their punching bag. In music class I remember they would torment me incessantly acting as if I had no emotions at all. Every time they would bully me I felt massive amounts of tension rush into my body. The verbal abuse I had in the third grade felt like Muhammad Ali launched his fist directly at my stomach. I remember one day I did cry in my music class. One bully said to me, "Are you crying?" Quickly I reacted by saying, "No, I'm not crying something is in my eye." For several minutes they actually believed me until my music teacher pulled me aside and allowed me to release my emotions out in the hall. After I was done with my outpour of emotions I walked to my seat in the class. From the door to my seat in the classroom was a "Walk of Shame". Everyone knew I cried from the bullies harassing me.