I wrote this story to go along with a poem I wrote. Please read and review! Criticism is greatly appreciated, if not required.
A petite brunette ran down the hall of East High, tears streaming down her face. She was running from the teasing of her peers. Everyday they made fun of her, threatened her, or even physically hurt her. She was sick of it.
Later she sat at her desk, pen in hand. Whenever she was feeling down, writing poetry cheered her up. The worlds started to flow, and she poured her heart out into one simple, sweet poem
They whisper bad things when I walk into the room
But they don't know that I hear them
They start rumors, thinking "She doesn't care"
But they don't see the tears rolling down my cheeks
They threaten me to impress those who they call "friend"But they don't know that I'm scared for my life
They hurt me with their harsh words, and act like it's no big deal
But they don't know that I bruise easily