I wince and I look over at Sam. "Don't call me short." I say, remembering the whole of 1st grade. I looked to the floor and continued to walk in the hall. Some eighth grader runs past me and hits my shoulder. I sigh and try not to lose it, I've had a hard enough day. I was about to break into tears, for no reason at all. Everything was just so overwhelming. Maybe it was because of what happened last night, I still remember every detail. The yelling, the crying, the gun shot...and I watched the whole thing. I could've helped, but I didn't, and now I'll carry that burden on my shoulders for the rest of my life. I walk onto my bus and sit down in the first seat available. The girl next to me gave me a disgusted look and then looked at her friends and they all laughed. "I don't need this today." I say to them. They ignored me, thankfully. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut, last time I didn't, and I regret it, a lot. I put in my headphones and play music so I could block out the world. Chills ran through my back, relaxation, finally. I look out the window and we are already at my stop. I hop out of my seat and run inside, thankfully no one was home. I ran onto the couch and cried, for a long time. I finally stopped when my mom texted me that she was on her way home. I ignore the message and I slowly fade away to sleep.
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