Bully Me
"I get bullied for being attracted to someone. I get beat up, Ford. Punched. Kicked. Called names. It's not easy"
"I'm sorry, i didn't mean it like that i just- My parents would care. I'd be shunned" his eyes glance around, likely keeping an eye out for his football friends.
"I get it" I whisper, nodding.
"See you at our spot?" he asks, his eyes lighting up with hope.
"Of course" I nod, and then I'm heading to class. I feel sick to my stomach.
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"You're even more irritating than I thought" I mumble, writing down some ideas for our project. Mrs. Lowey is my favorite teacher, and her class is one of my favorites. She teaches biology. Our project is to study a wild animal.