I realize I am unworthy of this.
I am not pretty enough to be like the pretty girls.
I'm not nice enough to be like the pretty girls.
I'm not funny enough to be with the pretty girls.
I'm not good enough.
I'm unworthy of these blessings.
I'm unworthy to hang out with the pretty girls.
The pretty girls and I run around.
We play tickle tag.
Madison tickles me in the stomach, and I let out a squeal.
Now it's my turn to get her.
I tickle Madison.
Madison smacks my hand.
This is fun.
The pretty girls are fun.
Madison belongs with them.
A Day Later
And then, when I come to school the next day, they don't know I exist.
It hurts the most when the people who made you feel so special yesterday make you feel so unwanted today.
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Короткий рассказMadison and Abigail have been best friends since 1st grade. They survived the evil terrors of 1st grade bullies, 3rd grade tests, and 5th grade drama. Now, in 6th grade, Madison starts to hang out with the pretty girls. Girls who are cute,funny,kind...
