As I walk in the cafeteria passing crowds of wild people, I find a seat in the corner of the lunchroom, where barely anyone sits. I felt depressed. Why is it me who is always pointed out at the wrong mistakes I do, when there are other people who make mistakes, too? I ask myself. I’m the only one who always gets pointed out and bullied. As I think to myself, tears run down my cheek, and suddenly, a group of kids comes up to me. The bullies.
“ Oh my gosh, why is Kaylee crying like always? Does she have a problem with her life? Well… duh! She does have a problem with her life! She seriously needs to do something! Kaylee, did you hear me,” A girl with blonde hair and countless freckles in the group asks. Everyone starts laughing and have fun
“ Oh my gosh, why is Kaylee crying like always? Does she have a problem with her life? Well… duh! She does have a problem with her life! She seriously needs to do something! Kaylee, did you hear me,” A girl with blonde hair and countless freckles in the group asks. Everyone starts laughing and have fun