It’s a cold, rainy morning. You really didn’t want to go to school, but you had to. The hallways are mostly empty since almost everyone skipped class. As you walk down the corridor, you notice Aanya sitting in a corner on the floor. She’s crying hard, shoulders shaking. She must’ve just been bullied again. She’s sobbing and quietly mumbling to herself in a thick accent, more to comfort herself than to speak to anyone

"I... I’m just like anyone else here..."