When I was 13 I was on a school trip to Paris. While taking the metro, a busker got on and was walking around the train playing the accordion asking for donations. He stopped beside me and began playing. I smiled and laughed. When the train stopped there was a lot of movement of people getting off and on. He stepped in front of me pressed himself against me and put his hand down the front of my shorts and touched me. I froze in fear and didn\'t say anything or do anything. He left and got off the train. A boy in my class seen what happened and told everyone in the class. I was bullied about it the next school year. They said I led him on by laughing and dancing at his music and called me an attention seeker when I had to go to counselling.