Every day this girl wakes up at four a.m.
She gets her hungry self out of bed and brushes her teeth with the little bit of toothpaste they have left.
She puts on pants that have rips and holes and don't insulate her from the cold.
She wears a shirt that has been worn so many times it is as thin as a sheet of paper.
She ties the frayed shoe laces on her beat up dirt filled shoes.
She goes to the kitchen and looks for something to fill her.
She finds nothing.
She goes down to the bakery down the road and picks up a free muffin.
She smiles at the all to familiar woman who is always there with a free muffin or cookie.
She walks three blocks to school in the below zero, freezing air.
She gets to school and goes to her locker only to find all of her textbooks are shredded.
She turns around with tears in her eyes and faces towards the laughing group of kids.
This was not the first time that it happened.
It would definitely not be the last.
She walks away and into her first period.
She could feel the hurtful eyes glaring into her back.
The same pair that always did.
She never did anything to him. She never did anything to anyone in the school.
But that didn't stop them.
But they were different. They did it for the laugh. He did it for a reason. There was a void of questions that had not been answered.
Why her?
Why did he personally have vengeance towards her?
What did she do?
But he wasn't going to answer them.
She was considered an attention seeker if she talked to boys.
She was considered a try hard if she tried to talk to girls....