Turning around I see nothing but Imani and her clique. “Ww-why did you push me?” I said. “Because I felt like it,” Imani said, and then they left. I slowly got up, dusted myself off, and walked into class with my head down. About ten minutes later I feel something launch at my head. I look up and see that many things have been thrown at me such as erasers, pencils, paper balls and more. I don't know what I did to make Imani suddenly start hating me. At the end of the day, when we were all headed to the bus zone, Imani had made the entire sixth grade class think of me as an outcast and no one was allowed to talk to me otherwise they too would be another victim. That night, I cried myself to sleep wishing I knew why Imani suddenly hated me. The bullying got worse every day until my eighth grade year, when I was finally transferred to another