The way I got bullied at my high school

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…When I finished, I closed the notebook and looked out the window. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. It was beautiful, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe. I didn't know what the next day would bring. I didn't know if the bullying would ever stop, or if I would ever feel like myself again. But I knew one thing: I would keep writing. I would keep telling my story, one word at a time, until the whole world heard it. And that was enough for now.