I still see him in the halls sometimes. I'm stuck between wanting to punch him or breaking down into tears. I do neither. I walk right past him. I avoid him like the plague. When I do see him, I avoid eye contact. I'm weak. I can't even go over to his lunch table where some of my friends sit. I know why he called me that. I stepped on his head. Lightly. But we always play fought- what made this different? I cried every night  for months. He claims he never said that. He also claims I used to be so nice, but I'm no longer. Maybe, but not around him.575Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpJhx3hQvy1
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