I walked through the gates of the school and saw a girl. She was hugging her knees to her chest and could not stop crying. I went to sit on the floor next to her when she stood up and yelled at me.
"I don't need help!"
I just sat there and thought about what just happened. This girl actually needed help. But could I help her? Did she want a shoulder to cry on? I tried to push the thought in the back of my mind until the end of the day.
When I got home from school, I couldn't think of anything else than the girl I met that day. She was acting weird.
"I need to help her." I thought.
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BRAVE
RandomJust be true to who you are. Be brave. (c.h. AU) You don't have to know Calum Hood to read this story...
