Whenever I see a Pelican... From first through eighth grade my mother made the mistake of enrolling me in a private Christian school. I was teased and tormented mercilessly by classmates and teachers simply looked the other way. My education was also extremely hindered by the fact that religion was the prime thing were taught to the point where you wanted to scream "Enough about Jesus, teach me math!" As we matured the other kids began tormenting me less but there was always one boy who refused to follow the crowd and was always kind to me. This boy's name was Grant, a quiet and smart child who could have easily been a bully if he'd wanted to with his large and muscu
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