As he walked to his locker to retrieve his biology textbook, the sound of girls taunting someone stopped him.
"Hey, four eyes!"
"Loser!"
"Have your boobs come in yet?"
"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend, you're hideous!"
He turned around to see what all the fuss was about. A girl his age, maybe a year younger, was walking down the hall to her next class. She was being teased by everyone she walked past. He could tell she was holding back tears. She was actually really pretty, but her glasses were hiding it. He thought what the other kids were doing was wrong. It made him sick to his stomach. She was clearly in pain. But he didn't do anything about it.
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He couldn't stop thinking about that girl. He had never seen her in his life. Had she always been there in Rosewood High? Did she just move there? She was really pretty.
She was hated. Tormented. Bullied. She was hated because why? She still had no idea. Because she was different? Because she wasn't like everyone else like they wanted? It's not like she was safe at home. She was ignored by her parents and they praised her older sister. She had no friends. She didn't feel safe anywhere.
She thought to herself,
What is the point in living?
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