That Friday morning was normal. Everything seemed fine until a girl ran into me. It was Rosie, crying. I have never seen her cry before but she was beautiful.
Her light voice asked if I was alright. Honestly I didn't care about myself but her. I quickly helped her up and asked if she was alright.
She told me that a group of girls were bullying her, and saying she wasn't perfect.
All the five girls hit her. You could see all the scars.
