I rang the doorbell the Riley's apartment and Lucas answered.

"Hey Huckleberry," I said as I entered Riley's house. I immediately saw Riley at the stove. Topanga was working late.

Riley turned around at smiled at me, "I'm making Mac and cheese."

"Cool, where's Auggie?"

"In his room, why don't you two go get him, he says that he'll only come out for you guys."

I nodded and started my way to Auggie's room. I put my hand on the wall, feeling the different types of textures on the wall. I always did this on my way to Auggie's room. Even though it was just paint, I felt like it told a story. I know it was stupid, but I could make the wall's story anything, I could control the indent's destiny. With my own life, however, anything can fly at you. I remembered a romance story that I used to think about all of the time. It was one where the horse wanted to be with its tail but it could never see it, it sat there thinking about the sadness day after day. I don't know how that has anything to do with texture, but I didn't care. I saw the outline of Auggie's door and knocked.

"Hey Auggie, you in there buddy?" I asked, Auggie was like a little brother to me. I was like another older sister to him. Lucas was more like a best friend of Auggie's.

"Yes," Auggie responded, obviously upset with something.

"Can we come in?" Lucas asked leaning in closer to the door.

The door was unlocked and we came in. I could see read streaks from tears on Auggie's face. I sat down on his bed and started combing through his hair. "How was your day?" I asked him, trying to make conversation.

"Not good," He said with a pouty lip.

"Why?" Lucas asked I nudged him, Auggie should talk when he wants to.

"I don't want to talk about it," Auggie said, "With him," he whispered into my ear.

I looked at Lucas and he locked he looked back at me. I directed my eyes to the door and he understood. He left, looking back at us as if he was longing for something.

"What's wrong buddy?" I asked him now cradling him in my arms.

"They beat me up Maya on purpose," He looked at me with sad eyes.

"Why?" I asked suddenly upset. Someone was messing with Auggie and they needed to be put in their place.

"They said that I looked like a baby, and that I couldn't handle myself. They said that I would just go crying to my mommy if someone even touched me," He swallowed his spit and cleared his throat, "I said no but they wanted me to prove it. I didn't want to fight them, so I walked away. But they were too fast. They each took turns at hurting me. Maya, it really hurt."

"Why couldn't you tell Lucas?" I asked with tears in my eyes.

"He would beat them up, and that's not what I want. I just want them to stop. I knew that I could tell you because you have been bullied too."

"No I haven't, sometimes I was the bully," I said looking at him with a confused look.

"I have seen your marks, you got beat up too."

"That's different Auggie, it's for different reasons and done by different people,"

"It's still done by kids though."

"No it's not Auggie, kids aren't capable of the damage that I have. These marks are here forever, yours will fade away. Mine are not just here on my body, but on my mind. These marks are scars that are for eternity."