Every single thing about this story makes me sick.
Fifteen is a perilous age.
Bullies are one of the lowest life forms. They make me want to believe in Dante’s vision of hell. If there was any justice in the universe they would be thrown between the heretics and the blasphemers. Instead they will get some type of juvenile court/detention/blah, blah, blah. Fuck them. Seriously.
I’m surprised this would happen on the East Coast. You see this in the Midwest, but I guess at that age anyone who is different gets it, whether they are from another country or not. They will tear you to shreds, if you let them.
If she could have made it through the next few months, if she had someone to back her up, or transferred schools, maybe this wouldn’t have ended this way. Something. Anything. Sometimes I am amazed at people’s cruelty. She would have always been effected by it, remembered it years later, but it didn’t have to end this way.
