“High school was supposed to be where you found yourself… a place of friendship, memories, and belonging. For her, it was where people decided who she was before she even had the chance to speak. Misunderstood. Pushed aside. Quietly fighting battles nobody noticed. The hallways echoed with laughter, whispers followed her, and kindness felt like something meant for everyone else.”
“Everyone saw what was happening. That was the worst part. They saw… and still looked away.”
My friend and I are working on a story and since you’re an author… we thought we’d risk this