What's Wrong with People? Part 2

this really resonated with me.  In 7th grade I was real good friends with Angela* who lived below me in the apts.  One day not only did she stop talking to me, she told all the kids in my building to stay away from me.  This went on for 2 years.  She had a gang of girls that would follow me home.  When I was home, Angela* would bang the broom on her ceiling for hours, especially when I played piano.  I was scared to go out, but I was also horrified to be home too.  Mother refused to move us away and the cops wouldn't do anything.  This was 1976