When I was in second grade I got touched by two boys who were the same age as me. When I had to stay longer on some days they ran after me, pulled my clothes, took them off and then hid them somewhere near the street. They pushed me to the ground when I had no clothes on and laughed or tried to touch me between my legs. When I finally got the courage to tell someone they accepted what the boys did because “they are young and are just trying some things out” and said that it was my fault if something really bad would happen. One of the boys turned his life around and now he is a good person but that other boy is still trying to bully me and honestly… I wish I could kill him without consequences.
