you're own your own,
awesome.
wow.

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Peggy's head hit a row of lockers in the quiet hallway. A pain soared through her skull fiercely, pinning her to the ground for a moment.

Not a soul lingered in the hallway except for Peggy.

And Maria Reynolds.

"Take that, slut."

She kicked Peggy's ribs, smiling evilly as Peggy groaned in pain.

Holding her stomach, Peggy sat herself up against the lockers and tried to keep her breathing steady.

Maria grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head towards her face.

"You think you can just get away with trying to seduce me?" she hissed.

"I didn't - AH! I didn't try to seduce you!" Peggy wailed.

Her head was pulled forwards harshly, then banged against the metal lockers even harsher.

"Liar."

"Pl...Please stop.."

"Slut."

"Ma..Mari..a.."

"Not good enough."

Peggy's eyes widened. She could take any abuse thrown at her, but the moment someone said she wasn't good enough, she broke.

She wasn't quite sure why. She thought that everybody was like that. But she soon realized that it was only her.

If other people were told they weren't good enough, they would pick themselves back up and try harder.

But Peggy?

It was like someone had taken a syringe and sucked the life out of her with it.

It repeated in her head like a mantra.

Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough.

And, you know, repetition is the key to memorizing things.

"See you tomorrow, fag." Maria slurred, letting go of Peggy's hair and leaving her to fall against the lockers.

Peggy sat on the cold tile for a minute. Her life had just taken the most downhill turn she had ever faced. When would it change directions?

She couldn't process the things going on around her, they were too much - too overwhelming.

She was missing her AP calculus class right now, a new tradition of sorts.

Her grades had fallen, her friends had stabbed her in the back, her family left her to rot.

What was wrong with her?

She picked herself up and trudged into the bathroom, the door creaking as it opened and closed.

Looking in the mirror, Peggy winced. Her eyes were splotched with red and her cheek was stained with a bruise. Not to mention the blood seeping down her forehead.

"Damnit!" She yelled, slamming her hands on the counter.

"Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough.."