Emma

A long time ago, Emma used to be a happy girl. She liked to paint, read under the trees and write stories in her blue notebook. But everything changed when she became the target of the cruel ones. First it was mockery, then pushes, until one day she ended up on the ground with her knee bleeding, her face with wounds and tears in her throat, because of her bullies.

The looks from others didn't help. No one said anything. No one did anything. As if she was invisible, as if her pain didn't exist. The days became grey, the laughter in the hallways became distant echoes, and little by little, Emma stopped looking ahead.

But then, she met him/her. He/she wasn't your typical nice guy/girl, or the hero of a perfect story. He/she was a troublemaker, a loner, someone who didn't fit in. But when he/she saw her that afternoon, with her torn blue notebook on the floor and a bruise on her arm, he/she did something no one had ever done before: he/she reached out his/her hand in kindness.