Homework for the 12th Class

When I was 7 years old, studied at school, one day I was playing on the playground, the sound of a bell rang. I knew that it was the time for class so I ran back to the classroom. Unfortunately, I trod one student's foot who was Grade 4. 'Sorry, I was unaware of you.' I said in a lowly voise. But he looked stolidly and did not say anything.Suddenly, he struck my chest with his fist. I fell to the ground heavily and I found that the student was already run away. I felt so pain that I nearly cried out loud. This was a bad experience for me in my life. I felt unfortable because I got bullied unreasonable. So I thought when you were doing something, you must be careful or you will get in trouble.

I have never been bullied by people, but I have a classmate that his circumstance is just like Wanda. He really has a funny name and that's what we always laugh at. His name has the same pronunciation as 'book' in Chinese and just like a girl's name. So when the teacher says, 'Now look at your books, guys.' and some naughty boys and girls will turn their heads around and look at that boy and stare at him, shouting,'book!'. Also, he doesn't dwell in his study and not as clever as others students. So he's always be bullied by our classmates. I think I'm like Mandy, I have peer pressure like she did. Just because my friends and classmates all make fun of that boy, even though I don't really understand why they are so interested in that boy's name, but I still laugh as other students do when there're something fun happens to that boy. He just feels terrible, I think. And I feel like he does not like anyone in my class. He works really hard in his study but still cannot have a good score. That's not his fault but I just can't help him. My teacher wants to help him but that just doesn't work. Fortunately, he is quite optimistic and now he just doesn't care about others‘ peculiar look. 

When I was twelve, my friends and I went travelling. In the evening, we played together. One of my firends and I had a quarrel. Both of us were angry. When we stop quarreling, he sent me a picture in QQ. I found that it was my photo. I was puzzled. After one minute, he sent me a message. When I looked at the message, I almost cried. It said that I was dirty (something really bad, it's not suitable to talk now). I felt angry, pathetic, embarrassed and astonished. I couldn't believe my firend will talk to me like that. I ran out of the room and cired out loud. At that time I wished I could escape from the whole world. How could I be treated like that?! I told my mother I was bullied by that rude boy. My mother said I was overreacting and I should forgive that boy ( My mother and the boy's mother are good firends, so it was pretty obvious). I felt lonely, because nobody understood me. They all thought I was too frail and sensitive. What a tragic world!