(Kinda the prompt, it’s going to be not a paragraph but a “poem” of sorts.)

There was this boy in my class last year

Not really handsome, but awfully nice

He asked me and my friend how we were, what we did the other day, such and such

The only problem was that he hung out with the same guys who bullied us

The same guys who laughed at us

He laughed at us

In front of our faces

But my friend wanted to be nice

Even though she was as pissed as I

And we responded only to him

Whenever the boys asked us questions

But I knew he wasn’t the good kind

Behind that fake smile

He was as bad as the rest

I heard what they said about my beloved

My beloved, my best friend

One got close to her once

And later laughed about to his friends after she left

I wondered why, I regret it now

He said that she had a foul odor

It wasn’t her fault, I knew, she was indeed hygienic

But they didn’t know. They didn’t care.

They laughed and told the rest of the class

Ignoring me even though I was right there

That one boy spared me a glance

A fake pitying glance

That’s when I broke and hissed

I yelled at ever motherfucker in that class room, their eyes went wide at my outburst. The most quiet kid in the 8th grade.

HOW DARE THEY

HOW DARE _HE_

How dare _he_….

I myself, was beginning to trust that fake smile

To laugh at that fake smile

To blush at that fake smile

But no one was more important to me than her

No one

So when my friend came back in

Sitting beside me

Confused at the looks that the class gave her and the shocked ones they gave me, I gave her a smile

A real smile

And not knowing what exactly was going on, but trusting that I would tell her later, she smiled back.

That boy still tried to talk to us, but we ignored him

It seemed as though he was pained

Yes, my friend still wanted to be nice, bless her soul, but I wasn’t having it

The only way the boy could get me to speak was if he provoked me

That is what he did, everyday, to get me to say hello

That boy, somehow I remember his face more clearly than my own friend’s

The hate that I have in my heart

Is more for him than his other crew

Just because of the damned, fake smile

He hurt my heart in ways I could have never dreamed

He lured me in and ate me whole

All with that one hello

All with that smile,

That bright, ever so slightly understanding

Smile

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_(Okay, now actually I seriously despise this boy. He is such a mutt. A stupid lying sweet faced son of a— Anyways thanks for reading this 400 something “poem” and have a great day!)_