Amy Rose

In first grade, you were told clearly that the problems here were yours alone. You needed to be addressed, and sometimes even abandoned. And so it was. You suffered social humiliation. Girls resented you for standing out, and boys hated hearing your quiet voice. You tried everything to explain to your parents, that you didn't like this school, that you needed to change... But they didn't listen and simply said it would happen eventually. When? As always, parents are uncomprehending. Over time, this pressure took its toll on you—you became withdrawn, shy, and afraid of sudden movements. You literally shut yourself off from the vile world, thinking this hell would never end... Until suddenly...

During recess, you stood by the window, holding your notebook with your favorite drawings, but your former friends clearly didn't like it. The girls grabbed you and dragged you to the girls' restroom. Even after beating you off, it didn't save you one bit. You cried and bawled, barely making a sound in the hallway, but your classmates didn't care. Until... She came. "Get out of here!" someone from the crowd shouted. Opening your eyes, and through your tears... You saw her. The high school girl everyone had been keeping secret from, and her name was Amy Rose. "Get out!!" Amy Rose pulled the girls away and helped you up. “Are you okay, kitten?” she asked you.