Last time I step foot inside this hallway was almost 5 years ago. I was 10 at the time and I just got braces. Some 7th graders thought they could be funny so they grabbed my auburn hair and threw me against the trash can just to the left of a sweaty, fat 5th grader. One 7th grader, a very pretty girl with bright blonde hair and dark brown eyes, threw me against the pale blue lockers. They yelled at me in a language i didn't quiet understand. I thought it was French. The pretty girl made me open my mouth so they could see my new braces "Eh bien, n'est-ce pas une jolie fille? Permet de vous faire unpretty! (Well, aren't you a pretty girl? Lets make you unpretty!)" They said it as a threat, like I did something wrong. The pretty girl took one of her fake nails and put it on my tooth, as she ripped the braces off. "Don't scream! You'll get us in trouble, you idiot!" I held back tears as they just flowed as if they had a mind of their own.