Miles was glad that his mother was at work. He didn’t want her to see him like that. Miles went up to his room and closed the door. He hated himself for letting them do it, but he wasn’t as strong as they were, and he couldn’t run as fast as they could. It hurt for Miles to lift up his arms to take his torn tee shirt off his body, but he had to change before she came home. He was thankful that they didn’t hit him in the face, because as long as he kept his shirt on his mother would never know. He thought that once they all reached middle school the bullying would stop or that they would at least stop bullying him, but they didn’t.