“Emma Marie I heard from my Mom’s friend group you were talking to the preacher about hurting yourself. What a loser! Be a real man and just kill yourself!”, bully 1 said snickering.
“Emma Marie, what a stupid name!”, said bully 2.
“It’s Emmarie, not Emma Marie. Please give me my project back! It’s worth 45% of my grade!”, pleaded Emmarie.
“Ooo little teacher’s pet gonna cry? Boo hoo!”, bully 2 said while rubbing her eyes with her fist.
“Sscccrrcchrrccccchhhhhh”, loudly echoed the poster board as the girls ripped it from opposite ends while laughing theatrically.
“Nnnoooo. Why would you do that?”, yelled Emmarie as she quickly scurried to the floor trying to piece together her project.
“ssswwishhshhhhhh”, splashed the prime drink onto Emmarie’s head in the hallway in front of the majority of her fellow senior class!
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!”, said the student body collectively.
Right then, time stood still and silence filled the hallways as the bell sounded quite distant as the students gathered and pointed and cackled at Emmarie’s expense. It seemed like years before the teachers arrived and broke the scene. Emmarie was guided to the office and questioned about what led up to her in the fetal position on the floor drenched in a sport’s drink surrounded by the remains of what was her project. But she sat silently, without a word until her Mom came to pick her up. And even then, all she said was “Can we go home now?”, while staring emotionless at the cold hard ground. And once home, she went straight to her room, shut the door, and cried herself to sleep in a bed fort that she used to make to escape harsh realities as a very little girl. How did I get here again she wondered? And drifts off to sleep… just to be met by nightmares. She can’t escape her terrors in her wake or her sleep. Can things get any worse?
Cede Dawn Chronicles 
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