It has been nearly two years since the night of the meeting.
I was now in my freshmen year, Stephanie was as hostile towards me as ever.
It was a good thing that Stephanie never dared to lay a hand on me again.
But I knew that she was having her little cheerleading group come target me everywhere I went.
She didn't have to do the dirty work; she had other wannabes do it for her.
And to think that Stephanie would have left me alone back in middle school..
In high school, every thing was more dangerous than before.
I was even more exposed to bullying and all of the abuse.
There would be people who look at me as if I was a lower specimen.
Many treated me as if I was a strange, deranged dog without a bark.
I was a mute, fifteen year old girl for god sakes.
I would not have blamed any of those people for seeing me in that way, because to them, I was only a mistake that was brought into this world of hate and suffering.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
