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of you
"Are you okay?"
It was a boy who asked it. He even offered his hand to me. He had seen it happen, he had seen those kids shove me into my lockers and throw me to the ground. He saw the vile jock kick me in the rib. But he wasn't like him, he seemed to actually care.
I took his hand and let him help me up. He gathered my books for me. As he looked around for any more of my debris, I had already taken off, hiding a small smile.
It crept for me once again but this time it was a like a large smile. A bubbly kind that could mimic the Cheshire Cat. This time it didn't comfort me, but rather it was happy for me.
It was a boy who asked it. He even offered his hand to me. He had seen it happen, he had seen those kids shove me into my lockers and throw me to the ground. He saw the vile jock kick me in the rib. But he wasn't like him, he seemed to actually care.
I took his hand and let him help me up. He gathered my books for me. As he looked around for any more of my debris, I had already taken off, hiding a small smile.
It crept for me once again but this time it was a like a large smile. A bubbly kind that could mimic the Cheshire Cat. This time it didn't comfort me, but rather it was happy for me.