September 4th
11:43 AM
I had to hide from them. They kept calling me names, and I had to lock myself in the girl's bathroom to escape their taunting.
Why do they love making fun of me? Why can't they just leave me alone? Why, why, why?
I went to my locker during the passing period. When I opened my locker, I found that there were Post-It notes inside, taking up every available inch of space.
There were only two words that were written over and over again on the Post-Its.
Slut. Bitch.
I couldn't take them off fast enough. And right when I took the last note off my locker, I heard John coming up to me with a couple of his friends. I slammed my locker shut before they could get to me, but I still heard them calling me names.
Why do I have to keep trying to fight them?
-E
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Short StoryJourney through Evelyn's high school life as she tries to find her impact on the world as well as herself. Cover made by fartette. All Rights Reserved.
