she fumbled with the rope hurriedly, nimble fingers quickly tying it around her bed-stand. Swearing under her breath in Croatian, she anxiously smoothed out the wrinkles of her clothes, and took deep breaths. As if trying to calm herself, she looked around her room silently.
A few seconds later, she looped the other end of the rope around her neck, and shivered as it rubbed against her neck.
Next, so opened her window, and removed the screen.
As she looked out the empty windowsill, Sladjana breathed out slowly, before catapulting herself out.
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Angelina was a quiet girl at school.
She knew the rumors about her school, and in order to keep herself safe, she never got into anyone business.
She went further to avoid brushing against someone, never spoke out loud in class, and never tried to do anything that would set her out from the others.
She still sobbed like a maniac at Sladjana's funeral.
She watched in between perfectly manicured fingers as four girls walked up to the coffin Sladjana was rested in, dressed in her pink prom dress that looked absolutely perfect on her, in Angelina's opinion.
Her breathe trapped itself in her lungs as the four girls started to giggle, before out-right laughing at Sladjana's form, wispy remarks about her looks escaping their mouths.
Angelina wanted to stand up, scream at those girls, you caused this girl to kill herself, and you're laughing at her funeral?!
But Angelina knew better. She knew that standing out was suicide.
So she quickly whipped her tears away with her manicured nails, and structured her face into indifference.
---lynn
[p.s. bully is bad. if you ever feel like you are being bullied, please, tell a teacher, a friend, anyone. don't just let it sit and fester, or start believing what they tell you. you are a beautiful person.]
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