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I was in fifth grade when I met this lesbian sixth grade student at our school. We were in the canteen when she asked what my name was. I told her my first and last name, and when she heard that my last name begins with 'Pec,' she burst out laughing and said, "peka - peka," while doing the chicken dance. I was so embarrassed by what she did, and because there were other students present at the time, I did nothing but to cry. When I got home, I told my mother right away, but she only said "What's the problem? It's true that our surname begins with that."
I feel so bad, when instead of comforting me my mother simply said that. I felt pain in my heart everytime I saw that student. And that become often because I'm an active student in our school and I always see her whenever I need to go in their classroom. After a year, she graduated from elementary, which is a relieved for me because I no longer see her. Although the high school campus is just across the street, I am happy without her.
There was an event in our school and we were tasked to present an intermission number. One Sunday, I went in our school to have a dance practice, also with my father who was the only purpose is to deliver me at school. We are already on the gate, when my father notice that there's an event in our covered court. He told me to go practice in our classroom while he went to the court, as he was curious what was going on there. Actually, there are a lot of people in our court, not just students but also adults.
When we finished practicing at 12 p.m., I went into the court to look for my father. When I saw him, he offered me something to eat for lunch because I had a game at 1 p.m. I was perplexed and asked him what was going on, to which he replied "There's a chess tournament going on! I put your name on the list, and you'll be playing chess at 1 p.m " Imagine my father did not ask me if I wanted it or not; he simply wrote my name on the list. I'd like to refuse because I've never played in a chess tournament and only know the basic moves of the piece. But my father is superior, so I couldn't say no.
1 pm already and the game is about to begin, we're all seated at the table, but we still don't know who our opponent is. It was an open game, and anyone could participate in the tournament. In my first game, I play against a man who is about 30 years old and was once a grandmaster. I play with him using the basic moves that I know, and ofcourse I lose the game.
The game ended at 5 p.m. and we were about to leave, when one of the organizers/chess coaches approached us. He asked my father to let me join their team because the man I played with on the first game recommended me to be one of their students. My father was overjoyed when coaches saw potential in me. My father agreed, and wherein my chess journey began. In the morning, my Mathematics teacher told me to stay after dismissal every afternoon to practice chess. It became my routine until I graduated from elementary school as one of the year's top chess players.
My chess training ended when I entered high school, but I still continued to compete in school chess tournaments. It was during our intramurals that I and one other boy from another section were chosen to represent our batch. Of course, I need to beat my other batchmate who knows how to play chess in order to be deserving of representing our year level. By God's will, I win.
During the intramurals' day, all chess players gathered in one classroom. All table, including the chess board and chess mat above were ready.All are fixed and players begin to enter the room, when I saw that lesbian who verbally and emotionally bullied me years ago. It was a round robin game at first, then going to be win-win and lose-lose, so there's a big chance that we have our game.
Then it happened. There are only four of us left, and we're aiming to be in the top three players before the championship. I still don't like looking at her face because I remember what she did. We shake hands and begin the game. She was smiling and moving unnecessarily, which irritated me, so I took out my keypad phone and play games while playing chess with her. There is no teacher at that time, so we can eat and use our phones while playing; only a scout was looking for us at that time. She get angry when one of the players teased her, saying, "Ohh, a grade seven get bored on you." At the time, everyone was laughing at her.
Finally, I win the game and said, "Checkmate!"
It causes her for having no chance in championship. Everyone starts laughing at her again, wherein a newbie and much younger defeat her so easily. When I became the champion, she became even more agitated, and from that day I haven't seen her anymore.
I know that most of us have been bullied. It could be physical, verbal, cyber, or any other form of bullying, but let me tell you that this experience should not lead you to be a bad person, but rather to a better one. Don't revenge; instead, let your success do it for you. But remember, if it gets too much, don't be a martyr; self-care is important.