SHE was a shy girl. Never had any friends. The ones that she had just used her like a tissue and then threw her away. So she never trusted anyone. She was always alone. No one to talk to, no one to protect her.
SHE was like a ghost. She was just there but never noticed. Some noticed her, only to torcher her. She was a play thing for them, a toy for amusement.
Some talked behind her. Called her names, but she never cared because she knew, if she did, she might become all that they say.
Some threw things on her in class and the teachers blamed her for everything.
SHE only use to say, "it wasn't me".
Then she didn't even cared if they believed her.
Some put things in a locker.
'Same old, same old' she was used to it all. She didn't care about anything.
" 1 more year to go" that's what she reminded herself.
But there was 1 person in particular who was a nuisance to her. He always struck a nerve in her. She hated him, he always made her cry, but she never cried in front of him, she didn't wanted him to win.
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11th November, 2017.
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