While I was still attending high school, I would often walk to meet my mother at her place of work. My mother is a middle school teacher and her school is very close to mine. Walking to her school was hardest when I was alone and the boys would comment about how “fine my body was” or how pretty I was, often in rude and creepy detail. Once I made the mistake of leaving my school late, because I had a club meeting. Consequently, I was followed by about six teenage boys, a posse I suppose. They were cat calling me, and became angry and aggressive when I calmly refused to respond. It wasn’t until I finally saw a security guard still on campus that my body stopped shaking and the fear subsided. The boys saw him as well and walked in the opposite direction. I ran to my mother’s school that day.
– Miramar
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