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At the end of the day, in Science class, Mrs. Lynz asked me what was wrong. I was about to tell her, but I was too scared they would pick on me more. I just replied, "Nothing."
That night I wept in my bed. My little brother, Jack, saw me crying and joined me. At least he understands.
Two weeks later, the bullying got a little bit better. I still got laughed at occasionally, but I learned to get used to it. I even joined theatre!
A week after I joined theatre, though, some kid pointed at me and said, "Hey! Look at Andre! He's in theatre! What a joke!" A girl named Hannah, who I thought was nice, started laughing with him.
After school, I told my dad I was getting bullied for being in theatre. This upset him and he threatened to call the school. I was about to protest, but then I just let him do it. Hopefully, this would end it.
The next day at school, I opened my locker, and some kids had vandalized it and written mean things in it. I didn't feel like living anymore.
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