When I was in the sixth grade, there was a group of girls who would pretend they were my friends one minute then do cruel things the next. Once when wee had a substitute these girls were making multiple trips to the pencil sharpener, just so they could pop me in the back of the head. At one point they even screamed that there was a mouse in the back of the room just to torture me more. I felt like I could not stand up to them because of the numbers, but one day a boy who had had enough, stood up for me and they did not mess with me again. This left scars for awhile but eventually I realized they were just jealous of me because I was prettier!:)