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Rated: 13+ · Other · Drama · #1366394
I turn to the left and walk down the narrow hall.
I turn to my left and slowly walk down the narrow hall  with judging and decietfull eyes
following my every movement,the shadow of my body seems so detailed and dark that
I felt as if I was watching a mirror instead of a wall. Every way I turned there was atleast
one set of eyes that gave the harshest glare to the point were no matter how far away I got from those eyes the stare still lingered upon my face. I walk into the dim and cluttered room and sit in the same cold and dinted seat I sit upon every morning.I take a brief glance toward me and recieve a look of countenance from the woman whom I see every morning, atleast every morning besides saturday and sunday. The morning goes like every morning, read,write occasionaly recieve  rude and irritating looks from atleast twelve of the people in the room. I just ignore it no matter how much it hurts my pride not to say or do anything back.

The rest of the day goes by as slow as any other but something feels different now a
paranoid different as if I know something that I dont know. I start walking home and I suddenly feel this sharp pain strike my head, its a rock a fucking rock are you kidding me! I turn my head as quick as I possably could and another one comes out of nowhere but this time it hits the side of my face and blood slowly starts running down my cheek. I have to run,those were the only words going through my mind over and over again I have to run. Tears running down my face as I wonder what I could have possably done for these girls to hate me so much.Every day they do something it never fails.I can barely see now for the blood smothering my eyes and I cant even breath im screaming but nobody hears me.
My feet start to hit the ground and get me farther than I ever thought they could in such a short amount of time.      One thing can you guess where im coming from,im a teenage girl coming from my school, no more story but think about this next time you decide to be a  bully assholes.
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