Freak. Loser. Fatty. Stupid. The words trail behind her, as she hides her tears. Sniffling, and wondering over to the swing set. She sits on a swing, rusted under her touch. The kids that are on it, glare at her, and leave. She swings alone. Whore. Slut. Skank. Easy. She shuffles through the halls, sniffling to herself. Head down, she wanders to the library. She walks in, books piled high, past her reach. She sits on a torn bench, the looks from the students shake her. They get up and leave. She reads alone. Idiot. Slow. Moron. Quiet. She stares at the computer screen, numbers reaching up, grabbing her attention. She stands up, grabbing a bag, ready for her lunch break. The blank gazes trail behind her, as she leaves the room. She sits in front of her building, opening her lunch. A man walks up, and smiles. He sits with her, and they laugh and joke around. She doesn't have to be alone anymore.