School Of Hell And there she goes, running out of the classroom once again. Tears drain down her eyelids as they can no longer be held back. Oh, the embarrassment. Oh, how she feels so alone; so unloved. She locks herself into the bathroom stall only to hear gossip about her. They utter about how fat, ugly, weak and masculine she is. Saying how no one will love her. Not one girl rugged enough to say it's not right. She lets the bell for she can no longer hear the world. Music blasting in her ears as her phone blows up. The devil and his slaves are trying to burn her. As the color red stains the floor, one slave walks in. She takes a second look only to let out a little chuckle. Away she goes without a second thought. Finally, enough is enough. She has had enough of a place she calls hell. Out comes the gun from he blood stained backpack. Oh, how nobody cared to give her a second look. She slips in the gun into her baggy pants. The final bell rings and out she goes. Blood dripping down her wrists, nobody seems to do a thing. She walks down the stairs and into the courtyard. There stands the Devil and the slaves. She takes off her hoody to reveal her wrists. Not even a second look. One by one, each girl goes down. Up goes the gun and down goes the misunderstood.
