The singing stopped when I walked in. They all turned and stared at me, Bonne-Bell-Orange-Crush-glossed mouths hanging open, looking at me with the same horror and excitement they'd exhibit it I had just walked into the room naked. I stood there frozen, hyperaware of my scruffiness, my shirt untucked and one ponytail higher than the other. The Bad Dog turned me in on myself like a vortex, gleefully saying, Look, look. There they are, here you are. Separate. You do not belong.
Stacy Pershall
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Bullying | MIKEYISANGELIC
HumorBullying is when someone is specifically picked on for their appearance, their actions, their religion, their sexuality, or possibly no reason what so ever. It is interesting to try and think what goes through the minds of the people who do bully. M...
