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Hello readers,

Just for some extra knowledge let's read about the most important topic; Bullying.

I have seen that The common mistake that bullies make is assuming that because someone is nice that he or she is weak. Those traits have nothing to do with each other. It takes considerable strength and character to be a good person.

Bullying is never fun, it's a cruel and horrible thing to do to someone. If you are being bullied, it is not your fault. And, You are worthy. And if any bully is reading me right now, I want to tell you it's not only a bump in anyone's life but it's an epidemic with long-lasting consequences such as depression and in some cases suicide too. So please be kind to everyone you get to know.

Jacky's POV :

"Ugly, Ugly, Jacky is ugly, They sing while kicking and screaming in the washroom stall I was in.

I couldn't help but sit on the toilet seat to stop myself from crying out loud. However, The voices never even once stopped, " Ugly duckling comes out, We were having fun." I heard one of the mean girl's voices.

'Fun! Hah, if cutting someone's hair and Knocking them to the ground, again and again, is fun. I would never want to feel that kind of fun again. I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to give them one more reason to bully me as they please.

"Ugly Jacky, if you come out now we will go easy on you." The pretty girl from my class shouts, yet I know. She's lying. The last time she said this was when I stole her favorite pencil because that was mine and she had forced me to give it to her. And that time she had kicked me thrice along with her minions. I'm not proud of myself but I have heard from my classmates that taking your stuff back is not theft.

"I'm not ugly," I yell knocking my tiny fist on the wall of the restroom. I don't understand Why they only bully me, I have never caused any of them any trouble. I have never lied to my parents. I have never even laughed at Anyone.

and I always thought I'm a good girl.

They start to yell more loudly and that only made me more nervous. They even started singing in chorus "Jacky plus ugly is equal to July, Jacky plus tacky is equal to jacky".

I Continued to cry, a loud wailing one, and inhaled through my stuffy nose. I cover my ears, rocking myself back and forth, "Plews Go Away!"

"Jacqueline."

"Jacqueline,"

a voice shouts and suddenly everything turned into a blur. I open my tear-filled eyes to see my little sister standing beside my bed with a bottle full of water. Her face is red and full of impatience.

I frowned, 'Oh. Thank God. So it was a nightmare again!'

I release a deep breath and then grab the bottle from her hands. 'Nikki behaves like a mom, sometimes; I mean which younger sister will wake up early in the morning just to wake everyone up.?'

I put the bottle down and sit up. Seeing my tears-filled eyes Her face softens, "Are you alright Jacky?"