Benjamin,
I came to school next day only to witness a group of kids crowding around a scene.
And when I pushed through everybody, who would have guessed that it was Stacey and Myra.
Myra was on the floor and Stacey was kicking her stomach.
I looked towards the security guard by the front desk near the North entrance; and the man was just sitting there and watching as the cruelty continued to unfold.
I wanted to step forward and help Myra, but it was the fact that I would have gotten involved into something that I couldn't step out of nervoused me.
And the next thing I knew, you came in and grabbed Stacey's wrist and shoved her away.
You crouched down towards Myra and cradled her in your arms and took her to the nurse's office.
She looked a lot better in your arms.
Way better than I would ever be.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
ContoMama 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...
