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One day after school I was going to my dad's office on Takht’e Tavoos Street. It was winter and everywhere was full of ice and snow. I got off the bus on the highway and walked up the ramp to Takht’e Tavoos Street. At the top of the on-ramp to the highway I encountered a kid who looked about ten or younger. As I approached him, trying to be tough for absolutely no reason, I said “Watch where you’re going kid, you need to step aside when I come by.”

 


The kid just gave me a surprised look and didn't really move aside or react in any other way. As I passed him I told him, “Let this be your last time.” He still didn't react and continued just looking at me with a blank stare. I took a few more steps and turned around spotting him still there. I yelled at him “Why are you still here? Get moving already.” But he still just stood there and stared at me. This time I decided to threaten him. “That’s it, now you’re gonna make me come and kick your butt.” Again the kid showed no reaction. Deciding I needed to scare him into thinking I'm about to chase him I stomped my foot forward, pretending I was about to lunge at him. Unfortunately I was standing on a solid sheet of ice so when I stomped I immediately lost my footing and fell flat on my ass. The kid still showed no reaction. I kept trying to quickly get up but each time at the last second I would slip again and fall back down. I must have struggled for at least a full 30 seconds of falling and trying to get back up and then slipping and falling again, the entire time yelling, "Just wait till I get up. You’re gonna be in big trouble." Eventually I managed to get back on my feet as he continued to watch me with a blank stare. At that point I decided that this episode of bullying had backfired on me and thus I just cautiously tiptoed away on the ice in the opposite direction.

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