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EXTRACT: I am ten years old. I have just moved to the city from the country. I am the target, for
everyone. On my first day at school. I look over the quadrangle to see the school hoods, the cool guys, eyeing me off, checking me out, sizing me up. Long trousers, brown leather shoes, a long sleeve collard shirt tucked into them. Easy target. Righto, send in Jamie. Jamie. The smallest of the group. Little person syndrome. I thought he was their mascot. He starts insulting me. I’m stunned. Then he starts to push me.