You were back today, you and your friends still walk by my locker, still shout abuse, still shove me but you don't take part.
You watch silently like I silently cry in pain.
At lunch I stayed in the same English room that I always go in now.
You followed me.
You sat with me.
You pulled out a breakfast bar from your bag and slid it over to me, told me to eat it.
When I refused you pushed it closer to me.
........
"Eat it." He said his voice calm yet firm.
"No," Her voice barely a whisper, she was so scared, so fragile, everything she did was with great elegance and grace but he realized too late.
"Why? Why won't you eat it?" He was getting slightly agitated now, she was refusing to do something that would help her.
"Because I'm fat."
The words fell on him like a tonne of bricks, that small voice...it was then he understood the extent of how much she was broken. The extent of what he'd done.
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Thank You Mr Bully
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