When I was in junior high, stuff like this happened all the time, but to the bus driver. Perhaps not as constant as this, but certainly very physical. Lighting hair on fire, spitting, smashing windows and throwing glass.
It's not easy to stand up to those kids at that age though. The only thing that mattered to me in junior high was what people thought of me. The superficial. I wouldn't dare tell the principal, even though I hated those kids at the back of the bus. I just began avoiding it.
Makes me sick now.
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