School buses pass as I stumble home.
Kids inside point down and laugh.
I don’t remove the egg shells and mucus that drips from my hair—my face—my backpack.
I don’t hide my tears… I’ll never see them again, anyway.
Today I die.
No more bullies.
No more pain.
The world will be better without me, and I’ll be better without it.
When I enter, Bully my Pitbull looks up at me, tail thumping.
I break into more sobs;
he’s so happy to see me.
He licks away the egg and tears.
And I live another day.
Because someone loves me.
