Never Living Life

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"What happened?!" the nurse asked as me and the strange girl walked in her room. "A girl-" the girl started to say. I didn't want her to tell the nurse what really happened.

"I fell on g-glass." I made up.

"Glass? There's glass on the floor?! Where?!" she asked.

"In the c-cafeteria." I said.

"What about the spaghetti? In your hair, and on your clothes." she asked.

"I-I wasn't d-done. I fell on glass after s-slipping on spa-spaghetti." I lied.

I've always lied about the bullying that's been going on. To my mom, to my teachers, anyone else who asked.

I never wanted anyone to feel sorry for me. They would all spend their time on me.

Never living life.

Just worrying about me everyday.

I don't want that.

"Huh. Wow. You'll have a few scars." she said examining my open wounds.

"Let me go ahead and wrap these up" she said, while pulling wrap out of a drawer.

As soon as she got me all fixed up she said, "You'll need to go home for the day. What's your name?"

"Um...Bradey Grand." I said.

"I'll call your mom and tell her to come get you. You can wait, or go get your stuff." the nurse said.

"Okay." I said.

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