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Brooklyn Marshall...has forgotten what it feels like to be happy. She has lost her desire to shine. Living in a world where everyday is a struggle for her isn't easy. The actions of others can have great consequences.
#Bullyin...
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◽ C h a p t e r 1 ◽
"Ugly"
"Fat bitch"
"Go die you ugly black bitch"
"No one likes you, you're so different and weird."
Always the same mean comments I thought, as I read the hurtful words left on my picture by my classmates.
She left the first comment, they all joined in.
It was always her and her friends who started it.
We only had a few classes together. We weren't close, nor did we ever exchange a word with each other.
So they had no reason to hate me, but they still did.
I wiped the tears off my face and quickly shut down my laptop, when I heard shuffling footsteps move towards my door. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
"Brooklyn will you please get out right now?" My older brother Clyde yelled from outside my bedroom door. "Mum said dinner's ready so get your ass downstairs."
Looking in my mirror, I wiped my eyes and managed to put a smile on my face so it wouldn't be obvious that I'd been crying.
He laughed at me as I stood outside of my room "You look a huge mess no offence."
"Thanks Clyde, that's really nice of you." I replied sarcastically trying to hold back my tears.
I looked up at him and he laughed and gently grabbed my shoulders. "You know I'm only joking with you, but seriously what's wrong with you?"
I breathed slowly, quickly scanning my mind for a good excuse.
"I just finished a really nice romantic movie, that's all."
Clyde laughed and shook his head "Girls"
If only he knew, I was broken, I couldn't be fixed.
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