Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope no harm
Just another false alarm
-the smiths
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They pushed her against the cold metal of the lockers, a group of them with empty faces and empty slurs. They were repeating the same phrase over and over and over, with such ferocity that it was as if it had been ingrained on her skin like a tattoo. A permanent reminder of "Sanora-the-whora."
They were chanting it now, and she was completely surrounded, so her only option was to block it out and wait. Sanora focused on the storm outside, the roaring thunder that was almost silenced by the shouts of her "peers". She saw a sickly gray school with weather and students to match.
And in the corner, right in the doorway, almost concealed by it, she saw a boy with sad eyes and blonde hair. He was scribbling furiously in a notebook, occasionally pausing to stare at her and the scene that lay ahead of him. She cast a panic-stricken look his way, and he looked back, but instead of helping he turned and disappeared down the drab hallway.
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