I stood in the corner of the classroom my skirt was already torn and my shirt showed some of my black bra. I cried as Emma stood over me laughing and Monica holding my hair tightly in her hand. I broke free but all I could do is cry, and limp. It wasn't doing me any good. This boy walked up to me and asked if I was okay. I nodded but I still couldn't move. After school I grabbed a knife and cut where ever I could legs arms and legs. This wasn't fair. I asked myself life or knife.