Jenny Gordon, 32, from Warwick
Clutching my dinner tray, I walked through the noisy canteen, looking for a place to eat my lunch. Spotting an empty bench, I went to sit down – but the girl sitting on the bench next to me swung round to glare at me.
‘Sorry, you can’t sit there,’ she said.
‘W-why not?’ I stammered.
‘Someone’s sitting there,’ she said. Clearly, there wasn’t anyone sitting there, but I picked up my tray and muttered, ‘Sorry.’ As I walked away, I heard her and her mate sniggering behind my back. Tears pricked my eyes. I felt so alone.
It hadn’t always been this way. At primary school, I’d been a happy-go-lucky kid, playing from dawn till dusk in the garden, making perfume out of rose petals,…
