It's all a misunderstanding!
I had attended a summer camp which was conducted near my village in my summer holidays. It was an 8 day camp. There were 16 people in total :11 girls and 5 boys. I enjoyed my stay there. One day as I was walking in the corridor, a boy suddenly came up to me and started screaming " How dare to talk to my father like that!". I was shocked "What? I did'nt speak anything about your father". I was replied with a death stare and a warning " If I see you talking about my father again, things won't be good for you". As I did'nt take part in this nonsense, I decided to ignore this boy. But on the next morning, the boy came with his four friends and started bullying me. They used to trobule me by : calling names, hitting me on the head, purposefully stepping on my drawings and so on. It was painful to be the victom. Sometimes I would feel to cry. But I kept my mind strong. When I got bullied I would tell myself "You were'nt in this mess. Let t...