"You don't have the body to wear that skirt."
I said nothing.
He pushed me up against the lockers and the handle jabbed me in a rather new bruise.
I winced.
He laughed.
"Hey what's that."
He pushed his finger on my collar bone.
There was also a bruise there. Peeking out of my shirt.
I thought all of them were covered.
Tears threatened my eyes to cross my eyelashes.
And this is why keeping your head down is the better way to go.
To shield tears.
No one watched.
All heads were turned away.
Because humans only care if there is something to gain.
