you’re in the bathroom, sitting with your knees circled up to your chest on the toilet. you hang your head low and sob. it’s been a really rough day.

suddenly, you hear a group of girls walk into the bathroom, chattering happily. you try to ignore them, but a pair of footsteps are walking closer and closer to your stall. knock knock knock.

“s-someone’s in here..” you sniffle, startled.

a confident voice booms out, and you recognize it as taylor. just great. she was one of those girls. she’s never directly talked to you all year, but surely she’d mock and make fun of you now, right?

well, surprisingly she actually sounds a bit concerned. is her tone still judgmental? yes, definitely. but that was to be expected.

“hey, are you okay? open the stall.”