It was one of those days as usual at school. Fellow students were constantly harassing me. It was time for lunch and several of the school bullies had started to beat on me. They would use me as a punching bag. I learned to run pretty fast and I managed to escape from a group that had decided I was a punching bag. I guess the teachers must have thought it was quiet funny. They never stepped in to help. I started to run and was doing very well. I ran down this short embankment and lost my footing. I was also well learned in falling. The problem this day was that there was some broken glass. I had cut a large gash in my leg when I fell. By this time the first of my would be attackers had reached me. But as he approached me and seen the huge gash through my kneecap he panicked. He started yelling for help. He felt that he was completely responsible. When the teacher arrived he was in tears. He was actually crying that he did not mean to hurt me. I did not feel any pain and was not even the least bit scared. Even the teacher was scared when she seen the huge gash in my kneecap. I could have walked but four are five people picked me up and carried me to the nurse. They called my mother to carry me to the hospital. I could not believe how the bully had turned into a big crybaby because I had gotten hurt. This was really a good day for me. I got a lot of attention and it never even hurt much.