You would often get picked on by other kids.

Suddenly, the painful tugging on your hair stopped abruptly, followed by a sharp cry. When you looked up, you realized your bully was holding his nose, staggering back. Beside him, a soccer ball was still rolling away on the ground.

A boy your age crouched down in beside you, looking at you with worried eyes. “Are you okay?”

Another one, just a little bit older, stood in front of you both, scowling at your bully. “You want another kick?”