My stalker...

When I was in elementary school I was being stalked by a boy named Luis . He would try to kiss me , hold my hand , touch my hair , write me notes and play with my legs . After 5th grade I never saw him again until 6th grade . I never knew that he went to the same school until,I got my schedule changed because I was being bullied . My teacher at the time told me to sit next to him. Then my teacher was gone for two days and I remember it as if it was yesterday. As I walked into the class room he took my paper that I had gotten from the desk where the substitute was sitting . He grabbed my arm and squeezed it so hard , he asked me if that hurt and I said yes and to please stop . Then he did it again and squeezed my arm even harder and asked the same question . I told him that I was going to tell the teacher if he doesn't stop . He stopped and then I went back to paying attention to my work . Minutes past and then I felt something touch my hair so I turned around and it was him . Then I told him if he doesn't stop I was going to tell the teacher , he did . Then as I started to work on my assignment he started to pet my hair I can still feel it as if he's here. The teacher said ' Why are you touching her hair in front of the whole class. Then I felt something touching my thigh , rubbing back and forth , and as I turn toward him he smiles and I tell him to stop , but then he moves deeper down , just under my stomach. I froze I was in shock , I had no words , no power , no nothing , I didn't know what to do , or what to say . I was afraid he might hurt me . As he goes deeper down , he tells me to not tell anyone. I went home that day crying riding my bike home. That night I didn't want to be touched or even eat . When my mom came home from work I told her and she called the school . My mom was furious at the boy . The very next day I got called down to go to the deen's. While I was being interrogated  by the two deens , one femal , and one male , and a sharrif that was at the school. I was so uncomfertable I didn't want to see or be by any one , but I had to do whatwas needed to be done. I had to explain everything, go into every detail. How I felt that moment , what was my thoughts going through