My mouth quivered as I looked up at your smirk.

Tears had already begun to stream down my face, a noise made of sobs and sniffles.

It happed every day, a bruise added to my horrid collection.

They healed, eventually, but were remade overtime.

“I told what would happen if you didn’t give me your lunch money,” Jake, the bully, said proudly.

“That you’d take it anyways?” A feminine voice came from behind the wall, as did the sound of…clapping?

The noise got closer, how I dreaded it wasn’t another bully.

“Don’t worry kiddo, you won’t get a beatin’ anymore,” The Girl Said as she raised her fists to Jake.

I couldn’t watch, but by the time Jake left, he took a black eye and some busted l up a along with him.

The girl crouched in-front of me. Her eye was turning red, she looked in pain, as if tears were trying to burst out as well.

“You ok?” She asked me, but my answer was a well deserved hug.

(I’m so sorry for this, no bullying really happens where I live anymore😅

I’m mean….happy thing…heh…heh…heh…heh….

Anyways, it’s late, yeah let’s go with that.)