Slowly I walked, walked up and down paths, walked over and under bridges, but the walking never seemed to end.

I put my head down, I was feeling heavy and solo. Creating a whirl of thoughts my body began to shake. I could feel ground move . . .   “ Ouch! “ I whispered not wanting attention, even though I knew I would get that and a lot more.  “ Oh look who I found, a whimpering weasel, crawling on the ground, like a slug! HA HA HA! “ Harry giggled, like a warlock grabbing its prey and dragging it away. I felt terrible, I wanted to leave, I never wanted to exist! “ A, hi Harry. ho- how are you? “I stuttered, like real weirdo would. “ Great thanks, imagine what the guy’s would think of this! HA HA HA! You’re  like a shy little girl, that crawls around in the dirt all day! “ Squealed Harry., giggling away at his hatred towards me.  

Harry and his friends would always do this, kick me to the ground and slap a heavy coat of hatred on me, they were the devils on the earth that no one seemed to notice, so I was alone.  Alone with a bruse, alone with tears and alone with no love, I would never feel the same again.  So I slowly walked, I walked up and down paths, I walked over and under bridges, but the walking never seemed to end I was utterly abandoned all over again.