The Broken Glasses

"Can you answer my question?"

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A girl with shoulder length black hair and glasses poked the back of a boy with brown hair and stunning gray eyes.

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The boy turned around to face the girl and she smiled happily. 'He'll answer my question now!' she thought.

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"Why are you still here?" He said, giving the girl a menacing look.

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The sound of a mirror shattering filled the mind of the girl.

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The girl looked up at the boy, her eyes confused. "Um..I..um..just wanted to ask you if..."

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"Go away!" He yelled, pointing his hand to the exit door of the school building. "Can't you see I'm busy?! I don't have time for your stupid questions!"

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Pieces of the mirror spread across the floor, just like the girl's hopes.

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"It'll be really quick, I promise!" The girl tried, giving the boy a hopeful smile.

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"Go away, I said! I don't care about what you have to say! Stop being so annoying! This is why no one likes you!" He yelled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in annoyance.

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"B-but...it'll be really quick..." the girl tried to say once again but was interrupted by a slap in the face, knocking her glasses off her face.

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"Get lost! No one likes you! You could die and no one would care! In fact, go ahead and kill yourself! See if I care!" The boy screamed, the heat of the moment getting to him.

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The girl opened her eyes, the boy surprised by how beautiful and innocent they were. "Is that what you want me to do?" She asked, dead serious.

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"Y-yeah." He stuttered, not thinking that she would actually do anything of the sort.

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"If I do that, will you be my friend?" She asked, smiling and eyes full of curiosity.

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"Huh? Um...yeah, I guess, yeah." He said, confused.

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The girl gave him a big, bright smile. "Thank you for being my friend!" She said and ran of to the exit, leaving her glasses behind.

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The boy picked them up and noticed that part of the lenses were cracked. He looked back at the door, still swinging from the girl's departure. 'Surely she wouldn't take what I said to heart...right?" The boy became uneasy, unsure if the girl listened to him. 'No, there was no way. She wouldn't do such a thing.'

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The next day the boy arrived in his first period class and saw that the girl from yesterday wasn't there.

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He heard whispers throughout the class, all pertaining to the girl he had seen.

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"Hey, that girl isn't here today.."

"You mean the slut?"

"Yeah, yeah, she's probably doing some old guy."

"Nah, maybe she's still putting on makeup to cover up her ugly face."

"Yeah, that's probably what's she doing!"

"She'll never get a boyfriend with her looks, makeup or no."

"Hey, heard that she has no friends.."

"Of course, who'd want to be friends with that loser?

"Yeah, she's so boring and plain."

"She doesn't even try to stop the bullies when they bully her."

"What a waste of life."

"Anyone know her name?"

"Her name? She has one?"

"Hah! Probably not, her parents probably forgot about her after she was born. Even they didn't care about her!"

"What a reject."

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Those statements circled around in the boy's head. Slut? Ugly? Loser? Waste? Nameless? Reject? Those words didn't describe that girl at all.

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"...will you be my friend?"

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The boy widened his eyes, finally realizing what he had done. He told her that no one would care if she died. But he didn't really mean that, he just let his emotions run wild. He was just having a bad day and he pushed all his anger out of her.

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The boy had realized what he had done but nothing could change what happened.

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The day after, the students of the class were notified that Rachel Medley had died.

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Most of the students didn't care, they didn't know her anyway. Only a few who had really understood her seemed to be affected.

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After that day, the boy kept the broken glasses the had once belonged to the girl he met that one day, Rachel.

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After that day, the boy became an understanding and kind person. He didn't want a repeat of what had happened.

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The boy regretted what he had done. He wished he could take back what he said, take everything back. But what was done, was done. There was no changing the past.

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And the boy lived in the shadow of the broken glasses, a reminder of the sin he could never be forgiven for. The words he could never unspeak.