Part Two

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I want peace. I need peace. This world is corrupt. So corrupt, we can't leave our children for more than a minute. Suicide is my only plan.

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I wake up to the sound of my parents screaming at each other. This was a normal day at my house, lots of hostility.
I stand up and put my clothes on. I walk into the kitchen and grab a granola bar, then grabbed my back and headed out the door.
I walked to the bus stop and waited for my bus. Today I was early. This never happened.
The bus pulled up and I stepped on, taking my seat in the back as per usual. I noticed Fae was sitting closer to me than normal. Then she opened her mouth.

   "Where did you get that scarf? Your grandma?" Fae snarked, "Oh my gosh. Your tits are lop sided today, are you wearing a bra?"

   'My mom made this scarf for me and yes I'm wearing a sports bra today, Fae.' If only I could say this out loud. Instead, I stay silent and let tears run down my face.
   I notice Fae attacking someone else. I look over to see a brown hair, green eyed boy, wearing all black and looks to be in the same state I am. We lock eyes for a moment and I give him a sympathetic look. I understood how Fae hurt us.
   Fae is like a torturer. She keeps cutting deeper into your body until your past your skin and veins. She's cutting trough the muscle right to the bone. She's ruthless and never stops. She'll keep cutting even if your dead. She doesn't care about our emotions. She only cares about herself.
  
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   I exit the bus and head towards the main doors. I walk through the doors and go to my locker. I grab my books and head towards class, after being pushed and tripped by Fae and her "crew" at least 4 times.
   I get into my first class and notice the boy from the bus again. I notice an empty seat next to him and take it. We have one thing in common: Fae.
   I sit down and turn to face him.

   "I saw you on the bus this morning. I'm sorry about Fae, I know how it feels. I'm Levi by the way."

   "She's been doing it to me for years and I'm sorry she does that to you. It fucking sucks. My name is Andrew."

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