A cry of agony erupted from my mouth as a pain shot through my body, my back aching, as my sore body lay on the floor, adjacent to the lockers. The books that were once in my hands were now scattered around me, awaiting their fate of their own aching. Hordes of kids surrounding the scene, mere onlookers, who could become much more, with a simple step. I gazed around, my eye catching a certain group, the people I once called my friends, laughing at my expense, cheering on the tormentors not the slightest of pain in their eyes.
The bell sounded as the hallways emptied, slowly becoming lifeless once more, like the girl who lay on the floor. With what body strength she had left she reached for her books, haphazardly stuffing them into her messenger bag, wiping away the tears that were falling from her eyes, as she ran home.
Quietly entering my house my prayers were simple, that my mother was not home. Switching on the lights I glanced around the small dwelling, bottles lying everywhere, some shattered, some still whole and some on the verge of collapsing. Dropping my bag in the corner I collected a black bag, shovelling the mess into it, the constrained glass screaming in pain. Throwing the bag away, I slipped into my room, rummaging through my bag, waiting for the familiar feel of the torn papers, binded together by the frayed black cover. Looking inside, my heart skipped a beat. The book wasn't there, anymore.
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Once Upon A Time
Teen FictionOnce upon a time, there was a young girl. She was loved ever so dearly, filled with kindness and sweetness, like sprinkles on an ice-cream. She was there for anyone and always had a smile on her face; the stars in her eyes dancing with the sun in he...
