Untitled One day, I saw two teens like me outside of the school, I fixed my eyes on them for like two minutes while waiting for one of my buddies. One of them went to my back, and kicked my bottom harshly, said: “who the fuck give you the courage to look at me?” My bottom really got hurt, but I dared say nothing since I saw switchblades on their belts. Although in that case, my classmates would definitely speak for themselves, yell at them, and call someone to have a bloody fight with them, basically I dared say nothing disrespectful. I said a bunch of “sorry”s, and I just simply ran away, even I really wanted to give them a lesson. I didn’t call the police even our teachers previously suggested us to do so if this kind of thing happens because I would then spend a lot of time in the police station with them and I knew these teens would only end up with receiving a warning and they would simply stick to me again. I shared this story with​ my classmates and my classmates said these teens wouldn’t dare use those switchblades to harm me. Oh, come on, even though getting hurt was highly improbable, there would still be some risks to get injured.