You stood behind stage, nervously adjusting the hem of your plaid mini skirt in anticipation for the school talent show. Briefly, you wondered if this was the right way to go, but then you remembered everything… all of those painful memories.
”Hey fatso, got some diet cake for me?”
“How on earth did someone as stupid as you get into a school like this?”
Being locked in the lockers for hours on end.
You were sick of being a victim, and you knew countless others felt the same way. That’s why this was so important. You were leading a revolution within the walls of your school: the outcasts and the less-than-popular students were rising up against the cruel words and abuse that the most popular guy in school brought upon you.
You glanced over at Matthew, who was tuning his guitar. He glanced up and smiled. “We can do this,” he reassured. “This needs to be done, and you’re the best person t