aKidNamedChris

It had been about ten days since my last bullying incident. Apparently Shawna hadn’t said anything to Dante, thank god. So anyway, it was a Saturday morning, and basically me and a bunch of guys were playing Super Mario Smash Bros on a Nintendo 64 in Tyrone and Aarons’ room. Basically there were 13 guys including myself in my house. All of them were in my grade. There was one room where three people slept, three rooms where two people slept, and four rooms were singles. I was lucky and got one of the singles. It was done totally by random, so even if the other guys wanted to get my room they couldn’t like the houseparents a

This story happened maybe a few days after my previous one. I was in a hallway of our school, in between classes, with my final class for the day ahead. I had just finished putting all of my books away in my locker, since the next class I had was a typing class, and no textbooks were required. The next period was just about to begin, and there weren’t many students in the hallway. I was walking quickly to get to class in time, when I passed by Dante and his junior friend Marcus talking by Dante’s locker. Marcus towered over most kids at 6’6’’, very muscular and athletic. He played on the school’s varsity ba

This story happened to me early my sophomore year of high school. See my previous story for details about the general setting. Bullying had happened to me to a lesser extent earlier, but this event is what really started my getting bullied career in high school. I forgot to mention, by the way, my name is Chris. It was a Thursday night. I had finished school for the day, and it was around six o’clock. I’m in the common area, playing Modern Warfare 2, when three guys who live in my house, who also like to bully me, walked in. There was Dante, Max, and Peter. Max and Peter are both around 6’2’’, my age, but they w

My mom died when I was less than a year old, and I ended up being raised by my aunt. Once I left kindergarten, I went to spend the rest of my school years at a sort of boarding home, since I guess I qualified for aid. It’s basically just a school for kids like me, who don’t really have any money in their name or adults who could raise them on their own. We would live in a bunch of houses with foster guardians, who actually got paid to raise us. Over the summer I would return back to live with my aunt, who lived like five hours away. The school was pretty big, too, with like a thousand students total in middle school and high schoo