Keila POV

I walked away from the gym, regretting saying anything that day. We had a full day assembly, about bullying and all that. We had been put in groups, mine was made of two boys and 5 girls plus the leader.

We had been asked to share our story on bullying, and I didn't want to, but I did, I'm just hoping no one has to know, only them, but by the looks of the people in my group, there is no way they'll think of me the same way. I took my biggest interest in Josiah's story, and I felt bad too, his story was one I'd like to hear about, but it was not a good thing that happened to him.

I recalled everything that had happened that day, Sean had apologized, but he had to get Jeremiah to come help him. We had been asked so many questions, and things like: "Cross the line if you...." I had crossed the line every time except for our gossip question, and the question for the boys.

I could tell, that each time I crossed, my friends were quite surprised, a question I could remember was: "Cross the line if you are teased, hurt, or abused at home." I did cross the line, I don't know if it is really abuse, but it hurts me all the time.

I could see the looks on my friends' faces. Since when? They all seemed to say. I sighed as I walked on to my locker watching as everyone passed by me, ignoring the fact that I was there. The usual.

I saw a friend of mine, Ian, he came close to me and was about to do the usual light hit on me, but I realized he stopped right before he did, I didn't know why but he put his hand down and looked at me.

I put on a smile, just an image, just my mask. He shook his head, he had already gotten his stuff, I took everything out of my locker quickly, then put my jacket and boots on and went away from the hall, it was too crowded anyway.

"You never stop smiling do you?" He asked shaking his head.

"I'm sorry for trying to be nice," I said jokingly.

"Look, can you come outside?" He asked me as he walked out the doors.

I nodded and followed him, I didn't really have much of a choice. He took me behind a wall and confronted me, what I didn't want to happen.

"Stop lying. I see the same look on your face every day when you're alone, or when you're not really in front of your friends." He told me. "You look like you're hurting, maybe even dying inside."

"I- I- No!" I said pushing him away and walking away.

He grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"Stop it! You look so depressed all the time, look wipe that smile off your face, you should be able to show what you really feel." He said angrily, with concern.

"I can, I just don't want to okay?" I said as I watched him carefully.

He crossed his arms and stared at me I saw a lightbulb go off, he had an idea, and I could tell, I'd probably be defeated.

"So, share your story." He commanded me.

"What story?" I asked, trying to stall.

"Your story on bullying, abuse, all that," He said in return.

I stared at him in shock and dismay. I had so many stories of this, so many stories to share, but did I really have to? Did I really have to tell him about the times I'd broken down?