Everyday I’d be laughed at, teased and mocked.
“Four eyes” They laughed.
“Freckle face” They teased.
“Red head” They mocked.
But this day was going to be different.
“Do It,” My ‘friends’ shouted AGAIN.
“Fine” I spat.
I walked down the bridge's end with my hair flowing beside me. I stopped, my breath fading and my body trembling with fear. I turned around to hide it but it was too late.
I jumped, screamed then opened my mouth with shock. The worst was happening, and no-one could stop it.