BENEATH HER SCARS
“You think the worst thing someone can be is different.
You laugh at what you don’t understand,
tear down what you’re afraid of,
and disguise cruelty as tradition.
But I’ve survived worse than your mean girls and manicured hate.
I’ve seen hunger, loss, real struggle.
And if you think your hallway games will break me,
you don’t know me at all.”
Students looked at her differently after that.
Some looked impressed.
Some looked guilty.
And some like Aria, looked furious.
That night, in the backseat of a Red sedan, Aria scrolled through her phone, eyes locked on the post someone made about Hope’s essay.
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