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  • - Ishita

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    It all started when I was in class three. My Hindi teacher told me that my parents must have kept a remote to make me laugh and everyone laughed at me. My Hindi teacher made jokes about me everyday and I used to go home and cry. Now I am in class sixth. My geography teacher asked me why I am not smiling. Are you sad? I said that my face is only like that. So she said even if your face is like that you should smile. Why did she pick on me? Nobody smiles without a reason! Not only her, but everyone says that I look sad and I don’t talk much. But I only like to talk to my friends. I am also teased because of wearing glasses and I am fat. Everyone thinks that I am an idiot, because I look sad. All the teachers think that I am dreaming in class when I am paying attention because of my eyes. When we were practicing on a skit and I was saying my line, everyone told me that I was doing the worst and scolded me. One girl also told me that it is not a joke. I was actually saying it nicely, but because they think I am a quiet idiot, they thought I was saying the line badly. When I participated in dance, girls told me do the step properly, while I was actually doing it right. They said it everyday. When we got our drawing homework, I was doing it in class in free time. My partner said “you have done a big mistake by not joining art class”. At this time, I thought that I am good for nothing and thought to commiting suicide. One day, our math teacher told me to dictate the problems to the class. I have a loud voice, so I started dictating, but everyone said you can’t dictate loudly and started teasing me. I started to cry. Our class teacher scolded me for crying. Even now ,I am bullied and called names. I think it will never stop.