I had big ears and I was skinny, an instant target. Many times my ears hurt from being flicked with pencils, my jacket drenched in spit, my mom had to hose it down. My dad told me to tune them out, and not to react. Well, I tried my best but one day I had had enough. A kid flicked my ear from behind, I instantly swung around and landed a solid left hook that dropped him like a stone, he had a shiner too. That was the last time I was bullied at school. I fought back and won, my parents paid for plastic surgery to have my ears pinned back, and long hair came in style.
Mark-Alan Whittle, Hamilton Mountain
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