She walks through the door and with her head buried in her books, trying not to make eye contact with anyone who passes her by. Walking past me without a second glance, she takes her seat in the back of class room as always. She looks at the school as if it were a prison she couldn’t wait to escape. I look around the room wondering why everyone is giving her dirty looks. Although she doesn’t seem to notice or care for that matter.
Melinda seems shy, and innocent! Maybe she gets bullied? Whenever she walks past me I smell the fear and shame she wears, like a perfume. Filled with emotion I am going to try to help the girl who stands before me.
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