He was leaving school, bag slung over his shoulders, it was the end of the day, he was on his way to the front gate. More than half of the students covered the gate, bags on, also ready to leave, they all stood silently. Until one girl came to leave, she had her head down, he shoulders slouched. Names began being yelled. Insults thrown around everywhere, hitting her directly. She wasn't the skinniest, nor the prettiest, and she knew it. These people didn't help. "Fat, Ugly, Unwanted, Waste of space," she got everything. She tried pushing her way through the people, but they wouldn't budge. They just kept yelling. She began getting agitated. She burst into tears and shoved with all her strength through all the students, and I followed. I don't know why, but I followed her the whole way home. She ran, so I ran too. I could hear her sobs twenty meters behind her, I was feeling her pain, almost in tears myself. She kept running until she got to her house she went in the house and threw her bag on the floor, her mother, on the couch, not even looking over, he followed her straight through to her bedroom, slumping on her bed. He got a glimpse of her pain covered, tear stained, blotchy face. He stood by the door, she pulled her knees to her chest, crying into her knees, muttering "why me."
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