Friday, 5 October 2007
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I know this girl since private sch days, we seldom spoke. If we did, it was "Hi",
"bye", "see ya tmr". She was quiet. Although she dresses casually, The
T-shirt and shorts compliments her voluptuous figure and a thin waist line.
She was always alone.She couldnt fit in.
I didnt noticed her much, but the Indian boys in my class did.
The books under her desk would be smeared with ink. Her chair's nuts were screwed
out and she fell quite a few times. Every Break time, They would walk past her,
yelling "weirdo, Lesbian, Slut". The boys would Squeeze her breast or pull
her hair. She didnt care. She was pressured to do "stuff" with them. She did.
She was in the toliet one day, the boys barged in and kick her door. It slammed
onto her face, her nose bled. Me and bryan got into a fist fight with them for
this incident.
She was touched. She teared. Tears of Joy or Fear.. only she knows.
Never saw her since. Years came to past...
Recently she commited sucide.
She jumped from a block near her home. Pieces of her were every where. Crows were feasting on her. She didnt cared abt the
bullying at sch nor how people looked at her.
Becos she has someone special in her heart. Someone whom cherish and loves her. That person is her Girlfriend. Michelle.
The final blow came when michelle fell in Love. Wasnt with her. It was a boy.
Michelle left. So did she...
