Dear Diary, September 3rd, 2014
This morning no one seemed to acknowledge my existence on the bus, and while I was walking down the halls not one word was whispered to me. I found it quite strange and rather terrifying. Soon it was lunch and I was the last one in the halls, or so I thought. Before I could comprehend what was going on two jocks had me pinned to the lockers as Stacy stood in front of me, her trademark smirk etched onto her face. She stepped towards me before swinging her hand back and slapping me across the face. Stunned I tried to bring my hand to my face forgetting that my arms were paired with jocks. Letting out a laugh she sent a fist to my stomach, not realizing she had hit the bruises that were still attempting to heal. A sob broke out of me at the searing hot pain that captured my body. She leaned in close to me face before whispering in my ear that I was worthless and that I didn't deserve to live before waving her hand at the muscled boys at my side to which they let me drop to the ground. Before I knew it they were long gone into the cafeteria, leaving me to cry in a crumbled mess on the ground.
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