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Hinata POV

Trigger warning: bullying

I was walking through the halls and when I was almost to my classroom I got shoved to the floor and kicked in the face. Everything started going blurry and I couldn't see anything. I got a headache and I couldn't move. After a while I felt someone snake there arms under my back and knees and pick me up then I blacked out. When I woke up I was in the nurses office and I tried to sit up but pain shot through my head and I layed back down while groaning. "Hinata your mom is on her way until then try not to move ok." The nurses comforting voice broke through the silence and ringing in my head. I nodded and layed there for some time until I eventually heard my mom running into the nurses office. "SHOYO! Omg baby are you alright? Is he alright what happened?" The nurse and my mom talked for a little while and then my mom came over and picked me up to take me home. When we got home I was taken to my room and my mom help clean my wounds and changed my clothes. "Oh my baby shoyo. What did you do to deserve this. Your only in middle school." Said my mother while hugging me and crying her eyes out. I hugged her back as best as I could while having a splitting headache and pet her hair as a form of trying to comfort her. "Mama I'm ok I promise. It's just a headache I promise. The nurse said there wasn't any signs of a confusion or head trauma right. So that means I'm going to be ok." My mom nodded then let me go and told me to get some rest. I nodded and then drifted off into dream land. I woke up the next morning and my headache was gone. I got up and started to get ready. I went downstairs and said good morning to my mother and baby sister then started heading off to school. I was nervous of what would happen today and I snuck into class. "HEY NERD. How did you like your beating yesterday. Get ready cuz there's more coming your way!" The guy stopped yelling at me them started laughing maniacally* "that's enough now sit down and stop picking on the poor boy." The teacher yelled at him then after class she kept him back so I could leave without any trouble. That didn't stop him from picking on me everyday after that though. Sometimes he would beat me up and sometimes he would just pick on me. At the end of middle school I decided to go to my dream school because he wouldn't be going there. Or so I thought.

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