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I felt my face flame as the bully leaned forward more, cupped my cheeks softly and coaxed my lips. I thought he hated me, I thought he doesn’t like fat people, I thought that I disgusted him, why make it passionate, he had the option of biting my lips painfully to teach me a lesson but he didn’t.“ The bully has a heart, the bully has a heart,’’ my subconscious whispered at me as he pulled back slowly. I was breathless, my legs were weak and I felt butterflies all over my stomach, weird feelings pf happiness and excitement that could make a person cry or even fain. “Breathe Perez, breathe, it was a dare, a kiss, you now under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have done that,’’ it was my subconscious trying to explain it to me again, trying to inform me that I was a psychopath who was desperate for love and attention, who fed n little perfections and magnified them into huge unimaginable mountain of rainbows out of reach. I calmed myself down quickly and returned to the world of real

A person can never go through life waiting for happiness, you have to make your own, for there is nothing stronger and better like a good memory. “Your eyes make you beautiful, but your lips do more than that, you are a beautiful creation. One that took a few more hours to be made, I would say the creator had some free time to spare during that time,’’ he whispered the words in my ear in a slurry base, that was seductive and enticing. “Are you sure, are my eyes that beautiful,’’ I asked more confused than ever. We kept on having normal and sugar sweet conversations at the top of the stairs, the bully has a heart. I moved towards the room I was supposed to sleep in and he followed behind, helping me, making sure I didn’t fall. I pushed the door open and slid into bed before he pulled out the covers and made sure I was neatly tucked in. “You are such a good soul, what demons always take over you every day, what really happens?’’ I asked slowly as I felt sleep taking a toll on me.

Beginnings can be very scary sometimes, you don’t know how to embrace a new feeling, how to embrace a new relationship, how to spin off on change and everything. At least that is what I thought, as I walked majestically along the hallways with a fantabulous feeling oozing out of my chest. This was my new beginning in Maslow High School, a new beginning, a new identity and life. A new beginning that didn’t involve me being the prey and the bully and his friends the predator. After all the passion that we had shared, there had to be something that had changed. You didn’t just exchange fluids and mix sweat with a girl for no good reason. Today, I had actually made effort to dress nicely, I had squeezed out some dollars from my savings to buy a new perfume to impress the love of my life Vince, to honor our new friendship, a new era of peace onwards as he continued his search for a new weak girl to bully. I had exchanged saliva with that handsome prince and walking demigod on earth, that

“The future belongs to prophecies and Broken promises “ He has changed, we exchanged saliva, we mixed sweat, there was a bond that was firmed between us. I could feel the strength of my bond and that of Vince the love of My life from across the school. No one would take this feeling away from me, not even the horrible words of my father, not even Sasha and Fiona. The bully made me feel something, he made my blood boil, he made my breath get stuck in my throat in short quick gasps, he knew me, more than anyone else. I stood at the for of the class debating whether I should go in or not. It was Math class and I wanted to be anywhere else in the world but here. If only I could learn math, my life would be better, it would be easier. I played with my fingers and stood at the door for a while before turning around. Math sucks, I didn’t need math, I was skipping this class. After the impression that I had made when I wrote the best poem today, I was not ready for Mr. Thomas to ruin my new

Life is a game and if you are not playing, chances are high that you are the one being played. Someone grabbed my collar from the back and began strangling me. I struggled to breath as they tried to drug me with my collar. “ Wh- what, uuuh—auh-- , I struggled to talk as the grip grew tighter. “ Get up,’’ a voice that I knew very well roared. I struggled to say some words and his grip on my throat tightened as he threatened to lock out every breath of air from getting to my lungs. There was some confusion, why was he here, why was he doing this. “What?’’ I finally found the guts the breath and to ask what was wrong with him. A small and sharp kick met my back as the tug on my collar got adjusted. Shocked coursed through every part of me as confusion followed. I sat there and watched as he drugged my frame on the grass with difficulty. Finally nable to take it anymore I lifted my frame up and turned around to face my tormentor. Before I could even get a better look, he grabbed