Bailey's Story "Out of the Ashes"
It wasn't until seventh grade that I started to realize just how different I really was. People started to bully me because they felt like I was too feminine and emotional. Finally, I was known as "the closeted gay kid" by my peers. There were a few boys who would wait outside the lunch room every day and corral me into the handicapped stall of the boys' bathroom, and taking turns, two of them would hold me while the other slung insults at me—along with occasional punches to the stomach reminding me "You're nothing," "you're worthless," "your parents would be so ashamed if they knew who you really were"—those were the things they would say to me, and those were the things that I would carry around with me like my backpack.
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