Perfect.

'I see beauty where others see ugliness,
that either means I am an artist,
or I have bad taste'

Middle school.

What a cruel place. I was there today- I'm doing a stupid painting for the school- and this slightly bigger, but beautiful, girl was getting picked on.
I was disgusted.

She was on the edge of tears, and I never want to slap someone so hard, then I wanted to slap these pathetic children.

She stormed into the bathroom and I ran after her.
Well, as fast as my short legs could take me..

When I got there, my heart broke.

She was puking up her lunch.
I darted to her and rubbed her back, and whispered inspiring words to her.

She sat down and looked at me wide eyed.
A flash of fear flashed threw her eye.

I hugged her and told her how beautiful she was.
We spent hours talking.

I got up to finish my painting, and she whispered 'thank you' and gave me a hug.

I feel good about myself.
For the first time.