A Girl's Life.

Her name, no one cared. What she looked like; a normal person, but it's never what a person looks like on the outside, always the inside. She had long black hair, down to the mid length of her back. She has sad blue eyes, always looking like she's going to cry, glasses magnifying her eyes. She smiled on the outside, but cried on the inside and so her story is my story of the day I first met the real her, but the last day I saw her, or so I had thought.1

You see, it all started one day at school. I saw the girl walking down the halls, her head up high, but half of her hair covered her right eye, which confused me even though it was normal. My friends had dared me to walk up to her and make her drop her books, but I felt sorry for her, so I couldn't do it. They had pushed on and on to make me do it so I gave up.2

I had walked towards the girl and stood in front of her. I watched my friends snickering in the background, but I paid no notice to them. I didn't want to hurt her because she was looking at me through her sad blue left eye, pleadingly. I just stood there as if time had stopped; both she and I haven’t spoken a word. I gave her a note and did as my friends had told me, smashed her books down. I walked away, telling myself to not look behind me, but I did, watching her pick up her scattered things.3

The whole day passed by and I waited for her by the front doors outside, just as the note told her to meet me at the place. I watched her walk out passed me and I followed her, walking beside her.4

"Hey there." I told her gently and she looked at me.5

"Where are your friends?" She asked in a soft voice and I was shocked because she had never spoken at all. Not to me, not to anyone.6

"Forget about them. It's not right to make fun of people lower then them." I had replied.7

"I have to go," muttered the girl and gave me a letter in an envelope, walking away as quickly as she could.8

I just stood there, the envelope still in hand, wondering why she had left so quickly. I walked to a bench and put my bag down next to me, opening the envelope and taking out the letter, reading it and it had said this:9

"Dear To Whom It May Concern,10

My death may not mean a thing to you, but it obviously means a whole lot to someone else because without that one person that didn't want me dead, I wouldn't have did suicide, and I didn't because of her. This note should go out to those who have been bullied physically, emotionally and/or verbally. It's not fair the way people had treated us and to you, my special friend, I want this note read to the whole school and me right beside you tomorrow. Promise me you will do this one last favor.11

Sincerely, 12

Laura."13

And I did as I was told. The next day there was a pep rally and it was the perfect time. And so I had walked up to the stage, holding the letter tightly in my grasp, Laura following after me and she stood buy me as she had promised. I grabbed the microphone and started reading the letter to everyone.14

After I had read it, the whole gym was silent until a burst of claps were heard around the gym and I smiled at the girl and she smiled a beautiful smile at me that would tell anyone that it's okay just by that smile.15

So you see, the whole motto of this story is that, always stand up for someone because you never know if it would change someone's life.