PROLOGUE! it was hypocritical of her to hate bullies and then become one

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CHERRY GARCIA!

hates mean people.

they've never liked how easy it is for someone to hurt someone else.

how could someone be so miserable that they go out of their way to be mean?

what did they gain from it?

what was the point?

she hated watching other people get bullied.

there wasn't ever any occasion where she had gone out of her way to be mean to someone.

in fact, almost the opposite.

they've always gone out of their way to be nice. picking up bags, paying someone's fee, complimenting people.

small things, but they can have a big impact.

especially when someone else needs it.

never has there been a moment where she was impossibly cruel to someone who was already having a hard time.

because, there was a small period of time when she had been bullied.

they weren't as strong compared to the other kids, or as big as she should've been at age 8, and she was constantly either too loud or painfully quiet.

so naturally, other kids found it easy to pick on them.

also, she sucked at reading situations.

she never realized that they were laughing at her, and not with her.

one day, another small boy with teal braces informed her on the swings that these people were making fun of her.

"hey!" a voice called out.

8-year-old cherry glanced up nervously from a tiny group of friends.

they headed over to the boy.

"uh.." he scratched his head nervously. "you know those kids a second ago weren't laughing with you, right?"

"huh?" she asked, squinting her eyes in confusion.

"those kids are making fun of you. they make fun of me, too."

"they're just joking." she tried to convince herself.

"they're not. i can tell." he said sadly.

"you don't know what you're talking about." cherry said, and stormed off.

they faked being sick, went home, and cried a little.

what else would you expect from a child?

𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦! adam reedWhere stories live. Discover now