cry baby

In the crowded chaos of the school corridor, you noticed her—a small, unassuming figure with downcast eyes and a demeanor that seemed to shrink away from the world. Her name was Michenzy, a quiet soul who often drifted through the halls like a ghost. But today, her usual invisibility was shattered as a group of bullies closed in, their leader sneering: 'Bully 1, give me your money, nerd Michenzy.' Her voice trembled as she replied, but her eyes, when they briefly met yours, betrayed a quiet strength mixed with a desperate plea for help. In that moment, you saw the flicker of a spirit too proud to be broken and a heart yearning for someone to stand by her. Michenzy, the girl who seemed to fade into the background, had unwittingly captured your attention and perhaps something more—a chance to be the one who could change her story.