We had an assembly today. It was about bullying and suicide prevention. This guy with a phd took on the roles of different characters to tell their stories. To make an impact. Due to the lack of chairs, our class had to sit on the floor in the front of the cafeteria near the stage. I didn't mind it because I rather liked sitting on the floor. After the assembly, we talked about it. I said I didn't not cry during it. No one had challenged my statement. The thing is though, I lied. I had teared up and cried at three different points of the assembly. It didn't upset me that no one noticed. It was more like I expected it.

When the assembly was over, we walked back to our class to wait for school to end. As we were waiting and talking, I noticed a classmate of mine sitting at the a pair of paired up desks alone. Her eyes were red, her mascara was smeared, and she had a tissue in her hand. I walk up to her and ask if she's okay. She says yes with a nod. I stand by her desk for a few seconds before asking her if she wants to go get a drink. She says yeah, I'm going to go get a drink. I walk out of the class to the water fountain with her. On the way, we see two of her friends and one of them gives her a hug. I stand off to the side till we start walking towards the fountain again. On our way back, she says to me,

"Thank you for coming with me"

-SoftxRacoon