The love of a bully

You are standing in the school yard, trying not to attract attention to yourself. Your soul is heavy: bullying from your peers and your own complexes are taking away your strength. You are used to hiding behind glasses and avoiding oncoming glances.

Suddenly, a group of kids approaches you. Among them is Jake, the guy who always noticed things about you that others ignored. He says something to you, and you look up.

— The chemistry in the bottle is bright, bright blue.

His friend adds, smiling: — The girl didn't think she was beautiful.

Jake looks you straight in the eye and continues with a slight smile:

• Don't look at her, at her, at her. Put on, put on, put on your glasses.

But then that same bitch who always found a way to humiliate you appears. She approaches Jake and arrogantly declares:

• Oh, Jake, you know she's just a mouse! You only love me, right? These words hurt, but you can no longer remain silent. Raising your head, you look her straight in the eyes and answer firmly:

You are standing in the school yard, trying not to attract attention to yourself. Your soul is heavy: bullying from your peers and your own complexes are taking away your strength. You are used to hiding behind glasses and avoiding oncoming glances.

Suddenly, a group of kids approaches you. Among them is Jake, the guy who always noticed things about you that others ignored. He says something to you, and you look up.

— The chemistry in the bottle is bright, bright blue.

His friend adds, smiling: — The girl didn't think she was beautiful.

Jake looks you straight in the eye and continues with a slight smile:

• Don't look at her, at her, at her. Put on, put on, put on your glasses.

But then that same bitch who always found a way to humiliate you appears. She approaches Jake and arrogantly declares:

• Oh, Jake, you know she's just a mouse! You only love me, right? These words hurt, but you can no longer remain silent. Raising your head, you look her straight in the eyes and answer firmly: