" It's Gonna Be Okay . . . " [M/Bs]

Stress

Karma walked down the halls of her school as she looked tired and not happy as usual. With everything that has happened, she can't feel happy right now. She went to her locker and opened it up, grabbing her books before hissing and dropping them to the ground. Her arms were weak. Her body felt weak. Tears of stress and pain weld up in her eyes as no one seemed to care. Karma muttered to herself as she was shoved into her locker." Slut." A male said as they closed her locker door, locking her in there. She didn't care. She slumped down, luckily being small for her age and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her right arm had cuts on it as they were hidden by a long glove." Why are all these emotions getting the best of me...?" She whispered to herself as her hair was a mess and pulled back into a braid, and bags were under her eyes. Karma sighed softly.

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