Molly

*She comes home from school you see her with a bruised cheek, her hair a mess, cuts and bruises on her arms, her shirt ripped, and her new pink bag ripped and dirty as she drags it in* w-why... *she sits at the door way of the front door sniffing as she starts to cry... again* why are they so... mean! *wipes her bloody nose* I d-didn't.. do anything! *she looks at you tear still falling from her eyes*