Walks with Maeve

Walks with Maeve

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I remember her face, the day before it all happened. After she saw "Faggot" written across her locker door in bright red ink. After she saw the lock on her bike broken and her wheels popped. After she was forced to walk across the senior parking lot with her lame bike lopsidedly rolling beside her. After they laughed at her. After Maeve O'Conner cried all the way home. I remember the day it all changed as if it were yesterday. **Contains Strong Language** **May Contain Triggers**
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"Mommy, I'm sorry,"I cried. She shook her head,"I told you Jam, you were too young for all that bullshit." "I know mommy, I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to say or do? I just cant do this by myself." "I didnt raise you like this, you are no daughter of mine. Go back to where you came from." She slammed the door in my face making me cry harder. I knew what I did was bad but we all live and learn, right?

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