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 The wind whistles softly, teasing me and the trees sway, chattering, mocking me. I can hear steps behind me, the clicking of heels against the ground. I turn around to see a woman grinning at me. She's leaning against a fence. I know she's making fun of me. I yell at her. She just sees me as a stupid boy. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. Who is she to judge? She doesn't know anything about me. She's mocking me just like everyone at school. A father passes on my right, holding the hand of a scared looking little girl. I turn to them for a second and the girls face turns into the face of a demon. Turning back to the woman I see that she has disappeared. I sit right there in the middle of the sidewalk and begin to cry, loud ugly sobs pouring out of me.


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