I walk into the school trying not to be recognized. Hoping that I will not be talked to or pushed around. I just can't escape the troubles of my life. It's like I'm in a room that only has walls and no way out. I stand there at my locker hoping no one closes it on me. Hoping that books won't drop on the floor for me to try to get together while I get laughed at. Why do they choose me? The girl with the purple hair. The lonely girl who has no friends. Why won't they just leave me alone. I just want it stop I go to the teachers they don't seem to care about me. I'm just another tattle tale to them. I just want to die in a hole. No one would care or miss me. I want it to STOP! So I sit there I let them beat me cause what am I going to do. They devour me like a piece of meat. I cry my self to sleep at night. Thinking why can't I just die. I cry tears , salty, wet, clear, tears that leave stains on my face.
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Tears
Non-FictionThis story is about a girl named Echo who gets bullied and doesn't know what to do.