When I was twelve, after finishing my first semester exams, I was bullied and isolated. I never sought help because I knew I could only trust myself; no one could help me, nor was anyone obligated to. So, I bore it all alone. During my elementary school years, I suffered countless insults and cold stares, which made me very insecure. After fifth grade, I gradually became more and more insecure, even afraid to look people in the eye when I spoke. Sixth grade was the most crucial year of my elementary school years.
One day, my Chinese teacher noticed something was off with me. During break time, she suddenly called out to me, "Qingmo, come into the office, I have something to say to you." I was daydreaming in the pavilion at the time, and when I came to my senses, the teacher was already waiting for me in the office. "Knock knock, good morning, teacher. What can I do for you?" "Have you been feeling a bit off lately? Putting aside your grades for now, your recent behavior is quite worrying for us teachers. Can you tell me what's wrong?" the teacher replied.My heart skipped a beat because I didn't want anyone to see me at my most vulnerable. I hurriedly replied, "Teacher, I'm fine. It's probably just too much academic pressure lately." And just like that, I let go of my lifeline. After the teacher's consultation, I ran to the bathroom, and my somatization symptoms returned until I finished resting... Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was time for the second half of the year's exams. By then, I was used to studying alone and had even become better than others. From a poor student to the top student in the school, after the exams, I didn't go back to visit the school, and I didn't even attend the graduation ceremony...