When I about 11 I had just gotten into the 6th grade. I never had any friends or anyone to really talk to so I usually sat by myself at lunch. one day I was force to sit at the last open table and accidentally knocked over someone’s milk the kid yelled at me and told me to clean it up and I made the mistake of telling him no. He took me by the collar of my shirt, shoved me to the ground and pored an entire bottle of water on me he lifted me back up in the air and yelled into my face “clean it up now” and I said no. He glared into my eyes before throwing my to the floor punching my face till I flip over on stomach only for him to grip the back of my hair and slamming my face into the tile floor. All of a sudden he stops and get onto my hands and knees for I second and see his face smiling before his elbow slams into my jaw knocking me onto the floor again where he continues to punch me till a security officer gets him off of me. When I got up off the floor I reached for my burning jaw only to find it covered in blood along with rest of my face. This event scarred me for life and forced me to be someone I’m not just so I didn’t have to experience that every again. I’ve never felt the same since that day