People stared at her as she walked down the corridor.
She heard their whispers. One comment hurting more than the other.
"It'll soon be over." She always said to herself.
"Just a little more." It didn't feel like a little.
Getting to class, everyone laughed at her as she slightly tripped over her foot. Everyone exept for that one person.
"Why'd they make fun of her?" The boy always asked himself.
His thoughts always found a way back to the girl.
"Should I help her?" Yes, you should've.
"Are you even listening, Felix?" Another blonde male asked.
"Yeah, sorry."
Yeah, I'm sorry...
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