As the day wore on, I found myself preoccupied with thoughts of my social status. I couldn't help but wonder if everyone was staring at me, judging me for my lack of friends. My worries were soon confirmed when a group of bullies encircled me in the hallway.
"Hey there, loser," one of them sneered. "Why don't you go cry to your imaginary friends?"
My heart was pounding in my chest as they began to push and shove me. They taunted me with insults and cruel remarks, leaving me feeling completely helpless. All I could do was curl up in a ball and wait for it to be over.As they walked away, laughing at my misery, I couldn't help but feel like the world was against me. No matter what I did or how hard I tried, I would never be accepted by my peers. I was a monster, and I would always be the bad guy in their eyes.