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Ah, yes, another day of bullying

I’d beenthe basketball court, paintingin ood this day, wearing an oversized white muscle shirt that made his tanned skin all thethe teanored hi hts He picked on everyone so long as they were ser than his thirteen year old self To put it blatantly, he was a pathetic bully if he could get aith it And, unfortunately, he got aith it a lot

"She says you’re going to turn into a whore too," he continued "Says your Uncle’s waitin’ for you to be just a little older You’re going to be a whore like your aunt You listening to me, Leah? A whore"

"Okay, Graeme," I simply replied, unbothered by his words

It wasn’t the first time someone had said this to me, and now that I elve years old, I was a loton inside that trailer some days I didn’t need this sadistic little prick to tell me about it

"Oh, so you’re okay with that then," he said "I’ve got three dollars in my pocket You wanna ride me like your auntie rides those men?"

"No"

"No? I can round up soy little bitch"

"No," I repeated absently

I didn’t have to look at hier He was seeking a reaction out of me, and he didn’t see up around foul-mouthed people was the norm for me Graeme was too small time to care about

I heard his steps, and before I could look up, he grabbed round It didn’t break like he wanted it to It hit the soft soil with a thud, but the dae had been done The liquid oozed out of the bottle, disrupting the bright green grass I stared at the nail polish for ao and how happy I was to have it I’d only opened it up for the first ti every last drop of colour that should have been used to make me look pretty

"Whores don’t wear nail polish!" Graeme screamed at me

I felt my blood rush into leamed with sweat

"Whores aren’t ers twitched as my eyes focused on the red