Since I was bullied, I was also hyper-aware of other kids that were also being bullied—even if I had nothing to do with them at all.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh1YbxSSJHk
When I was in seventh grade, there was a boy—let's call him Kurt—in sixth grade that I knew has constantly getting pranked and ridiculed for his looks. He had big ears, was extremely (and I mean EXTREMELY) thin, and had an unnaturally high voice. So, you could imagine that people would say and do things to him a lot of the time.
His shirt would be lifted up so people could laugh at how "narrow" he was, his ears were flicked, and people would randomly laugh when he opened his mouth about something. He gave people that harassed him angry looks but never said anything, and I assumed that I was only seeing a small part of some huge tragic story. I had this entire semi-fantasy that I was going to come up to him and tell him that I knew what it was like.
The funny thing was that I assumed it was happening all the time (It was only during lunchtime when I saw him), and I assumed he was widely mocked (like I was), but he wasn't.
I was very confused when I found out he was actually elected to the student council. Not only that, but he was sixth-grade president.
I felt it was low-key unfair, but I also laughed about it. I made up half of his story in my head!171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV0lUvmgiHk
