A little story:

I looked out of the window and gulped. There they were. Down there, clothed in hoodies and what looked for above, golf clubs in their hands, ready to strike any innocent person walking past. That innocent child was me!

After since I came here, they bullied me. Spat at me. It was scaring me of not coming out of my house. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide apart from the safety of my own home.
I enjoyed school. Only because I was far away from the bullies as possible at the time.
Then that fatal day, I told their parents......
"What you doin' that for?" They said then they punched me once more. The bullying got worse. I was trapped. I was playing with them (They had their nice days) then it got awful. The bully started hitting my brother and then I jumped on him!
Im not going to say that it worked. He got me on the floor in a flat.... but he knew.... Knew that he would never be able to do it again. And he hasnt.