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Harper slammed her locker shut as she walked to her next class, some girls were snickering, but Harper chose to ignore them.
Madison nodded at her group and approached her, "Hi, Harper! How are you?" she asked, stopping her from taking another step."
Harper sighed, "Fine, thanks." she tried to walk past her, but she stopped her again.
"Would you like to sit with us at lunch?" asked Madison.

"Um..." Harper murmurs "I'm actually hanging out with Vincent at lunch, but uh, thanks anyway."
Madison looks unconvincingly disappointed, "Okay well, it was nice talking to you." she gives Harper a hug and leaves.
"Umm... okay? You too?" Harper says allowed.

Harper continues to make her way to her next class. With each person she passes, they laugh at her and make a sarcastic remark. She can't understand why. Vincent runs up from behind her. "V-Vincent, do you know what's going on?" He nodded and pulled something off of her back, "Someone put this on you."

She takes the piece of paper from Vincent, it read: "Fugly." She crumpled it up and threw it away. "Madison," she groaned. She just shook her head and got to her desk. Before the final bell ring a group of her classmates began throwing crumpled papers at her. They each read something insulting.

After class, Harper goes to her locker and puts in her combination. As soon as she opened it, a whole flood of papers washed out of her locker saying things like, "Bitch." "Whore." "Stupid." or "Ugly." Sticky-notes were also posted up, covering the entire locker.

Harper desperately tried to take all of them down, but the halls echoed with laughter. Defeated, Harper rushed into the bathroom and locked herself in a stall for the entire lunch period.

After school, when most of the students were gone, Harper picked up every last hurtful note and tossed them into a trash can. What motivation gave all of those students to do such a harmful deed? What could they possibly gain from such crudeness?

At home, Harper felt safe, but ever since that incident, her phone and social media had been blowing up from comments and tags.

Someone created a page just about bullying Harper. There was a photo of her opening her locker to all of those written hate-notes. The title was, "Loser get a message of truth," and there were many nasty comments along with it.

Harper hid her tears when she heard her father knock on her bedroom door, "C-Come in," she croaked. He peeked his head in, "Everything okay?" She sniffled, "Yep. Uh-huh." He gave a look, "Are you sure?" She nodded, "I'm fine... goodnight." He sighed, "Alright, goodnight."

Vincent texted her twelve times, but she just ignored them and shut her phone off altogether. She didn't go to school the next day, she instead pretended to be sick. And the bullies embraced that situation by blowing up Instagram again with comments revolved around her being a wuss.

I am so tired of all of this... she thought.

Everyone always says to, "Kill them with kindness," or to "Just ignore them and they'll go away," but that never works. No matter how hard you try, they just won't stop. Ever.

It doesn't matter if you just laugh it off or ignore the haters, they keep coming at you. It could be different people or in different forms. The bullies keep coming. And sometimes it can take it's toll on the bullies... or the victims.

A.N/ Hey OITs! How's everybody doing? Hope you guys are enjoying the story, if so, please comment and vote, by! :)