I was a quiet girl. Although I wouldn't call my self an introvert as I did love talking and getting to know new people,or at least I did.
Even so, I never could retaliate to them. I was just slightly different.
My social skills weren't exactly something worth an applause. Nor were my physical skills.
I'd always end up on my knees, panting right after completing one round of our basketball court.
I'd prefer to stay alone by myself, lost in the vague dreams of my own world.
I didn't mind being alone. Infact I found it better that way.
I wasn't exactly fond of my life nor did I despise it. It was adequate enough so I did not complain.
Sadly, I was a part of the innocence, the innocence people like to exploit. The innocence that is victimized in the hands of our own.
I, was a victim. A victim of bullying
YOU ARE READING
Melody
Short Story"You are my melody", she said. A story about a girl who was a victim of the suppressors, commonly known as bullying. "They say every story has a plot-twist, so did mine" Read on for a short and sweet story!!!
