she walked down the hallway pulling down on her too tight skirt while pulling up her too small shirt. catcalls could be heard. everyone was looking at her, girls and boys.
she could hear the whispers behind her though. she eventually heard everything people said about her, despite the fact that they pretended to me nice to her in front of her face; well only sometimes. other times they were actually genuine.
pretty.
dumb.
slut.
those were only a few of what they said.
you watched her walk by you. she didn't see you but you saw her. while everyone said something about her, you never did. their words never seemed to faze her but you couldn't stand the thought of someone calling her names, criticizing her, yet you never did anything.