After a while it just seemed normal, I expected it, and boys thought they could just do what they wanted.

Eighth grade was the worst. On the bus there was one boy who would pick me up and throw me around, when I told him not to. He would sit on me and “tickle” and touch me, even when I was yelling at him to get off of me. There were two other boys at school who would make inappropriate comments, not only to me but to one of my friends as well. When I asked her what she did about it, she told me she just ignored it and pretended it didn’t happen. Maybe the first 10 times one of them stuck their hand down my shirt or held me down on the bus I told them to stop, but after a while it just seemed normal, I expected it, and boys thought they could just do what they wanted. The absolute worst was when a boy posted a video of me tying my shoe, where you could see down my shirt. I was so embarrassed, and everyone knew about it, even my teachers. I guess because I had some sort of “reputation” for “letting” boys touch me somehow, that they really thought it was okay to do what they wanted, kind of like you and the way boys treated you after what “you did” with Zach. I don’t know. Your story really means a lot to me.