An old memory came into my head.  I was 9 yrs old.  I don't remember why a bunch of us kids wanted to sit in the front seat of thebus so we be the 1st  people off the bus.  I was at the end of the route so getting the front seat was tough.  One day a spot became  in one of the seats so I went after it a long with other kids.  There was a short scuffle.  I don't remember who got the spot.

I get to my class and told my teacher what happened and she didn't want to hear about it  She just hands me a hall pass and says to tell the principal.  My teacher didn't like me.  She said it was because of a personality conflict.

I tell the principal what happened and he looked into it.  Later that day me, other kid going for the front and witnesses to the scuffle were called into the principals office.  I thought the other kid would get in trouble but I was very wrong.  They blamed me even my best friend who was one of the witness.  I was trying to explain my side but I just kept getting yelled at.  My story never really got out.  I felt ganged up on and very alone.  I remember I started cry during this.  It was a frightening experience.

I now know wanting to sit in the front seat doesn't matter.  I don't remember who went for the open spot 1st.  I do remember that horrible feeling of pursecution.  This why I'm so afraid of ending up alone and unloved.