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I like this. I like how the sun shines so bright but makes me feel so dull. Like a small dead flower that wants to still be picked from the terrible ground called fourth grade.

I guess not all flowers get to be happy. I sigh in annoyance as other girls chatter behind me in crowds of five to ten. What's the point of having friends when they're just gonna leave you in the future? I don't understand them at all.

As I'm walking to my cubby, a hard  metal lunch box hits me right in my face. My nose started to bleed and flew a small red color from the pain sensing through the area of it. A girl with blonde, mid length, and pink tip dyed hair points her dirty finger at me and laughed.

Some other kids joined in on the laughter and that's when I started to cry for the first time. The hot tears burning my cheeks as they slid down my face like a little fountain. I cried, but made no noise.

The teacher came by and helped me up to my feet. I stand about as High as to her hip. She scolded the girl and that's all I remember of her. Next day she was found dead in her room.

I didn't know what had happened until I told my mama about it. She just smiled and pat my head Luke I was the most precious thing. "It's not bad if I was protecting my child "

And that's my past, my mother taught me how to take care of what I loved most. If it was for life or death, I had to try my hardest to eliminate what gets in the way. I still haven't found that person yet, burning can't wait until I do.

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Hey! Thanks for reading this first chapter!