The thoughts worsen day after day, but I'm still standing. I'm scared with every step through these halls, knowing with every move I might be shoved, hurt, humiliated in some way, forced to do others' homework again...I give a soft, shaky sigh, and then there it is - My body thrown into a locker, outnumbered already. I look up with a soft smile and greet them anyway, polite and understanding. My body still aches from yesterday, though, from the same thing...
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