Brenda DaSilva used to follow me home and spit in my hair. I could defend myself against most bullies (either with my big mouth or my fingernails) but Brenda was from a tough family and carried a knife, so I just let her spit, then went home, washed my hair, cried, and told myself someday I would be better than she is. I am a published author. I heard she died of a drug overdose.

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