Before I tell my story I would like to let everybody know that everything I tell are real events. In consideration for the students, the names are fake. They are completely made up and only I will know who they actually are. The names will never be revealed.
Hey y’all sorry I’m a day late, I have had quarter finals all this week! This is the time when I over think. Way too much.
I realized something. I don’t like being touched. But it wasn’t that bad in middle school. But it’s awful now. What happened?
I thought back to when I started hating it. I dated it back to a day in 8th grade. As soon as I realized what happened, the thought of being touched in any way made me want to cry.
Some people would say I was violated. Some people may tell me I’m overreacting but I know what happened that day. So I will always know the truth about what happened.
We were watching a movie in class. The lights were off and I was sitting with some friends. Well, I’m not friends with one of them anymore.
During the movie, Mae reaches over and places her hand on my thigh, right above my knee. I shook her hand away. So she then puts her hand a lot higher up my thigh and kind of holds on.
I told her to stop. I grabbed her hand and moved it. A few minutes passed and nothing happened. Then she grabbed me. Somewhere I did not want to be grabbed if you know what I mean.
I told her to stop. I tried pushing her away. Instead she started like rubbing and saying stuff. Saying stuff about how she would f**k me.
Then, thank goodness, the bell rang. I quickly walked away, got my stuff and ran out of class. I collected myself and pretended like it never happened.
I never told anybody. But you guys don’t know my identity. Or the identity of anyone else. So I know I can trust you all and have faith that my secret will stay safe.
~Signing off. I’m A. Marie XOXO
Note: fake names are used to protect the identities of the people in these stories.