BULLYING
She gasped for air between sobs. Tears from her wide, moistened eyes streamed unchecked down her pale brown cheeks. The tears tasted brackish to her lips, with a significant tint of bitterness in them: bitterness that she felt and directed at the others for putting her in such a miserable and pitiful condition as she was in that day; Or always, for that matter. Tears blinded her eyes as a new surge of emotion swept her. A muffled moan of grief arose in her throat, and her head throbbed with pain. But she kept silent, because she had learnt to do so now. The way she had learnt to…
