Katie's POV
It had been a few months after the move. I found out the kid I saw with a mask was named Cry. No one knew his real name but prefers Cry. Veronica has a big crush on him and Cry and I are friends so I found out that he likes her, soooo, #Vry. Alex and Josh have still bullied me and a few friends of them joined like a girl named Becky (Sorry if this is your name).
It was english and we had to write poems and share them. I had already gone lke the rest of the class. Well, not Veronica. She is too shy and when she does you can here th nervers in her voice. The teacher had called her up. She picked up and started.
Rain is the tears of a fallen angel
One that lost the war
A war between life and death
Body, soul, and mind
They had been beaten
They had bleed
They had cut too deep and died
And you could have stopped
And you could have thought
That what you've done is wrong
But it's already too late
Because rain is the tears of a fallen angel
One that lost a war
The whole class clapped but I had been silently crying. No one had listen to the real meaning. Bet they wanted to act all good in front of the teacher so thay can leave and beat someone to a bloody plup. I looked over to Veronica and saw she was crying and I can tell we had the same thoughts. I looked at a few people, and noticed that Cry was crying from behind his mask because of the tear drops that fell from it.
The bell had rung telling the kids to leave classes and go home for the weekend. I ran from the classroom and out the school. I ran back haome and up the stairs, ignoring the questions from my mom. I layed on my bed and let it out. I started to sob as loud as I could, which had been muffled by the pillow.
I did not leave my room for the rest of the night and, sadly, cried myself to sleep, thinking of the poem Veronia wrote.
Rain is the tears of a fallen angel
One that lost the war
