The victim did not understand why he was bullied and what for. He had okay-ish grades, didn't bother anyone, and very shy. He stood 5'0 and compared to the bullies, he was very short. Which made him an easy target, he guessed. Sadly, he was a target.

He walked the crowded hallways, receiving names that eventually deteriorated what was remaining of his self esteem. "You're nothing here." "You seriously need to go die." "Why are you still here?" "You're wasting oxygen and precious space." Etcetera, etcetera.

Then one day, the bullies decided to up a notch, and start doing physical damage. Shoving the victim into lockers, leaving him starving and in there for hours. Tripping him in the halls, flipping his books out of his grip. Bullies made the victim feel weak, stupid, and unwanted.

One day, was not like the rest. The victim was summoned to the schools football (American soccer) field. There, he waited for what was to happen. Five of the bullies beat him. Leaving him there to recollect himself. They broke one of his ribs, and sprain his wrist, his writing hand. The bullies stepped on his glasses and threw the pieces in him. The victim was shattered himself.

The Victim met one friend, he was hesitant of the friend, but eventually befriended him. The Friend was the one that stood up to all five of the nasty bullies, punching one in the face. The Victim felt happy, but scared at the same time.

Since then, the bullying has slowed down. Still a few name callings and flipping of books, just not what happened that day. The Friend promised the victim that he'lol never let anything happen to him.

Sort of the End?