8th Grade
I found her in the bathroom,
with silent tears, facing the wall.
We hadn't been back a week, but it didn't matter.
Dried eyes walked out:
Teasing again.
"Leave her alone!"
Glaring, they went to class.
"I'm Monica."
"Rachel."
"I believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another." - Veronica Roth, Divergent
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