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The kids pointed and the kids laughed at the young man that sat in the back of the class.
The one with his head down to conceal his lost frown, the one whose face of confusion led to all the student's intrusion.
Him feeling miserable was the children's desire they most enjoyed teasing him of his attire. From the clothing he would wear to the weird styles of his hair.
As the children ridiculed him and called him names the young man hid his face in great shame. What was he to do when it was one vs. all? Cause he knew what they'd do when they found him in the hall. The bruises on his skin were not punishments from his own sins. But they were the cruelty for his differences, and the consequence of his existence. It was midday the next day when the school went under attack the students inside had no time to react. Everything was happening all so fast and it all started right after that first blast.
When it was all over, reporters flooded the scene, and asked everyone around what they had seen. Students said they never saw the man they said as soon as they heard the guns, they all just ran Days later the school was still full of broken glass but that didn't stop students from returning to class. When class had started the students placed, under their desks, their feet. and they all turned around to notice in the back that there was one empty seat...
The Back of The Class by unknown
Put An End To Bullies.. . . . .
