When I was in seventh grade, I was shy and quiet, so I was easily bullied(被欺负). I used to get very sad about it.
In an art lesson, just while the teacher was out, a big boy took away my pencil case, threw it across the classroom and sat back down. Later on, he took my schoolbag and pulled it towards him. I pulled back the schoolbag from his hand for the first time. I pushed him away and hit him on the back. In the rest of lesson, I was nervous. I did nothing but imagined what would happen next.
Then the teacher came to me," Peter, are you OK?"
"Yes," I answered.
"No, you are not. Come to my office after class." he said
There we had a long talk. He made me smile and I became confident again. He taught me some life lessons, and said," Get up, and don't be a bully(欺凌弱小的人) yourself, but remember you stronger inside, and if the bullies see this, they will stop.
I remember these words. From then on, every time as I walked to school, I put my head high on the way and the bullies soon stopped.
