I hate the way he looks at me

I’m 14. It’s important because it means I’m getting changed in the locker room after school sports practice. I’m a girl. Everyone in the locker room is a girl.<br><br>I’m just getting changed. I’m not doing anything. And then this guy opens the locker room door and he looks at me.<br><br>And then he leaves. He leaves straight away but it still makes me feel weird. I tell my friends but they just say to ignore him.<br><br>I ignore it for now. It’s important because I’m already starting to feel like I’m nothing. I’m nothing in his eyes because I’m a girl. And I’m nothing to the people around me because I’m a stupid little girl.<br><br>But it keeps happening. He keeps looking at me. He keeps coming into the locker room and watching me while I’m getting changed. I’m already starting to feel like nothing and his staring is making it worse.<br><br>So I tell a teacher. I trust her. She’s nice. She’s a woman. She’s kind to me because she’s my teacher but also because I’m a girl. And now I’m more nothing. I’m a little girl getting changed and I’m so vulnerable and he takes advantage of that.<br><br>She listens to me and she believes me. She goes to the principal and the principal does nothing. So now I’m even more nothing. I’m nothing to the principal. I’m nothing to the guy. And I’m less than nothing because I’m a stupid little girl.<br><br>But then more girls come forward. It’s a gang of girls, together, telling the principal that we’re not nothing. We’re something because we deserve to feel safe. And now I’m not stupid, I’m not little, I’m not a girl. I’m a person.<br><br>But the principal will not listen. He’s still doing nothing. So we have to go to the police. The police listen to us. The police believe us. The police do something. Because we are not nothing. We are people.