I stare at myself. I stare straight at the mirror with a straight face, and standing...well, straight. But who cares how I looked? how about how I feel? I felt depressed but of course it was because of how I looked cause. I cared just as much as I cared about my hobbies, my attitude, my meaningless reputation. I because everyone else cared. They made sure to let me show how much they cared by telling me everyday in everyway. They stuck notes on my locker, teased me, picked on me, even did the old fashion KICK ME sign on my backpack. They told me I was ugly, fat, and I believed them.
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Squashed
RandomAmelia lives a tough life. She gets bullied left and right and she tries to stay strong, but can she? She meets someone who helps her out through almost everything. But does it mean she can make everything better, even when she PROMISES that everyth...
