They were just standing there, throwing a ball at her head. I stood there looking at her while they were calling her names. She didn’t say a word. She was in another world and she tried to ignore the things they said, but the more they were saying the more impatient she became. I wondered why nobody told them to stop – but I didn’t do it myself neither. Maybe because we didn’t want to be the victims our self. She tried so hard to ignore their existence but she couldn’t do this anymore, she had been patient with them, but from now on she gave up. I could see in her eyes that she had reached the limit. Now it was my time to show them was she was worth. She didn’t deserve to be treated that way, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and she was the first girl in our class that developed into a woman, and that was the reason why they were bullying her. The girls in my class admired her, but they couldn’t admit it in front of the boys. The boys thought she was pretty, but they couldn’t admit it either. They thought she was interesting because she now looked different from the other girls, but because of the difference between her and the other girls, she was the weak one. We had an age were our look and physical development was a sore point.
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