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When Silence Hurts: Helping Children Speak About Bullying
I still remember how quickly safety vanished. As a prefect, I was meant to uphold the rules. But there was a group of girls who seemed to take pleasure in testing me. They broke rules right in front of me, smirking, daring me to act. They warned me: If you report us, we’ll make you pay. One afternoon, after school had emptied, they cornered me. The first slap came fast, then fingers yanked at my hair. My glasses slid off, and in that blur of fear the world went hazy. I bent d
jearinachampion
Sep 30, 20253 min read
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