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motion, that way the girls can’t make fun of her while the teachers are present, or with her back turned to them while walking quickly away.
    “No, the bell hasn’t rung yet,” replied Jenny. They stood under the awning of the school and watched the students accumulate on the front lawn, like insects over a large, green giant, resting on top of its green belly, waiting for that perfect moment when they see their prey; Legend was it and she alleged their bites would be enjoyed.
    “You know what, why don’t we just wait inside?” Legend asked, tripping over each word that exited her dried mouth.
    “Don’t be silly.” Then Legend distinguished the girl bullies, through the many faces in front of the school, walking up the stairway, marching side-by-side from behind the leaders of their group. They gave a dead glare, as if hunting for their next victim in a war that was never supposed to be. Legend developed a blanket of terror, melting all her courage and self-esteem, making her eyes sweat and skin weep. She watched as the evil girls walked up the stairway, presenting a malice smile toward Legend’s eyes that were beginning to tear up by the fiery sight they saw. She recognized, by past days, that desire to be forgotten, replaced by pleasant thoughts, yet can’t, that the girls would either embark on calling her names, or else just talk behind her back.
    Either way, they had their own strategies for torturing her eyes and ears, and Legend of course would be forced to witness it, like a wounded lamb in a field, devoured by foxes that didn’t even know its name. She felt helpless, engulfed in a prison of vulnerability that she couldn’t escape. Past days that went by, Legend tried to talk to teachers and counselors about her problem, trusting that, by their wisdom-filled personas, they would fight away her dragons that breathe in fire and exhale ice that froze Legend’s soul. But nothing occurred, only making matters worse by some faculty talking to the girls and hearing them denying ever bothering Legend before. And by that, it made matters even more ghastly than before, triggering Legend as a snitch, somehow seeing in their ignorant minds that Legend posed a threat and making her life a living hell with Satan to lead would be the only means to their evil surviving. Legend would rather have them talking behind her back, instead of actually facing the words that they spoke about her. Either way, she would still be crucified.
    The girls were getting closer. Their eyes came into contact with Legend’s and they stopped climbing the rusted stairs, turned their bodies and headed toward Legend, still standing side-by-side like soldiers going into battle. The closer they got, the more it was hard for Legend to breathe, to feel, to comprehend her surroundings, freezing up by the invisible beast that possessed these girls to treat Legend like a used rug. It was as if she tried to leave her body, not longing to hear what these bullies had to say to her, fully aware, by history, it wasn’t going to be pleasant. And then they reached her, stopped in their tracks, and all Legend could do was concentrate on her breathing so she wouldn’t pass out, remembering to breathe in and out, and not to listen. It was as if her fear toward these girls strangled her throat, made her skin cry, and her head spin with fright. She could smell their perfumes, all wearing the same aroma, creating a stronger, potent scent that cringed at Legend’s stomach. And then it began.
    “Well, well, well, if it isn’t miss ugly and her friend ‘fatty’,” one girl said; the other girls laughed while Legend still paid attention to her breathing. Being used to the harassment, Legend timed her encounters with these beasts of beauty, and knew by memory it would be over in about twenty seconds.
    “Yeah, miss constellation face and her fat ass friend are waiting for the bell to ring,” another girl pointed out; the other girls laughed harder and Legend