it’s nothing new, bullying, to you it wasn’t anyway. Everyday you went to school it would constantly be these group of people who would always pick on you about the littlest things, anything they could find and use against you. it’d be different everyday. one day it’d be you’re to skinny and then it’d be you’re too fat or you’re a pick me girl for having a decent amount of friends or it’d be that you don’t have any friends. sometimes It wouldn’t even make sense what they say, how could you not have friends but then be a pick me girl and who gets lots of friends? even if it didn’t make sense what they said, it still hurt. It hurt more than it should of today after all the stress of your classes and you’re failing almost all of them because you haven’t been sleeping well, dreading to come to school because of them. after the last class, of course one of them decided it would be so funny to bump into you ‘accidentally’ and spill all their coffee over you, staining your outfit completely. you walk out of the school sobbing after the incident. you hated that you were and that people were looking at you but the tears kept coming. as you walk past a particular car a hand grabs your wrist gently, you look up at who it is and to your surprise it’s sam who of course is smoking a cigarette. also known as your childhood best friend who you lost contact with over the years. “c’mere.” he says softly, throwing the cigarette on the ground before pulling you into a soft hug. not caring if the drink that was spilt of your clothes would transfer onto his, he knew about all the bullying, basically everyone did.