I sit in the high school bathroom and silently sob. "You're worthless. No one will ever love you. You're a fat ugly baby." Words I'm told everyday play through my head and I cry harder. I try to tell myself it's not true, but everyone puts it through my thick skull that it is. Maybe I am a fat ugly baby, maybe I am worthless, no one loves me now anyway. I hear the door squeak open and I try to silence my sobs. "Awe, is the wittle baby hurt?" She smirks at my tear streaked face. "Shut up." I say hoarsely. She just evilly laughs at my response and walks off. After crying for a few more minutes, I stand up and walk to the office. "Can I call home? I'm not feeling well." I lie to the woman at the desk. She smiles softly and nods in my direction. "Go on, sweet heart." She says. I dial my mothers number. Ring, ring, ring. "Hello?" My moms voice asks. "Mom." I cough. "Honey, what's wrong? Why are you calling?" My mother asks in a concerned tone. "Can you come get me? I-I don't feel well." I mutter. I hear her sigh over the line. "Are you sure that's the problem? I don't believe that you're always not feeling well. Are you being bullied?" My mom asks. "Can you just come get me? I don't want to talk about it in the office." I cry. She sighs once more. "Okay, but as long as you tell me what's going on in the car." My mom says to me. "Okay." I huff. "I'm on my way okay." I'm told. I hang up and sit down. "Are you leaving darling?" The office lady asks me. "Yes. My mother is on her way here." I tell her. "I hope you feel better soon sweetie." She says to me. "Me too." I whisper.
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From shattered to fixed.
Romance"The prettiest eyes are those who have shed the most tears." Lillian Baker is the victim of constant bullying. Every second, of every minute, of every day, she's being chased by crude words. Standing up for herself only makes things seem worse. That...
