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She have known friends, and enemies as well. One time, she had someone by the name she cannot remember anymore that they ended up pulling each and others’ hair for no reason! And as far as I know, that is the second time she bullied someone, for the first one happened in kinder, where she pushed a boy so hard, causing that boy to bump his wounded chin in the table (well thank God there’s no Guidance Office that time).

She has experienced being irritated by her seatmates who love asking favors, eating her snacks and using her new things without her approval.And what irritates her more is the fact that starting grade 3, she didn’t experience to be sung a HAPPY BIRTHDAY song from her dear classmates for her birthday falls under the semester break.But despite of those regretful facts, during her grade school days, she strive to graduate with flying colors, to make all the people around her, most especially her parents happy.

My heart beats fast. My sweat goes down through my very veins. My hair rises from the tip of my toe to my head. My teeth gnashes because of absolute fear. Tears fall down from my eyes and my blood screams from my nerves. I take a deep breath.Those memories of my childhood fear still linger in my mind which time can never erase. The feeling is just so real. And that breath taking event is the scariest, most horrifying experience I ever had.

It was a cold night in November, sometime in the year of 2007 when I had that terrible experience. I was in our house, sitting in front of my computer, doing my research homework in English III. I really need to finish this assignment that’s why I kept my mind focused on what I am doing and threw all my drowsiness away. All the members of my family were asleep and all my neighbors were already in bed too. I was the only one awake in the middle of that silent evening.