Bullied

The next day ended up the exact same; pushing, name-calling and crying.
On the third day, Molly recognized some people in her class from her elementary school. She decided to be friendly, and said hello.

"What do you think you're doing?" Spat the red-head, one of the taller kids. Molly told them she was just saying hello, and that she had seen them from her old elementary school.

"I don't like you." They said, and walked away.
When Molly got home that day, she decided she wanted to draw a picture. She found some paper, and a few crayons to draw with. She sat at the table, purple and pink crayons at hand, and stared at the paper.

"I don't feel like drawing today." She decided, and headed off for bed.

The End

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