Grace entered her biology class with her head low so that no one could get a look at her face. She handed her late slip to the teacher and went to her desk, looked around and saw everyone with their eyes attentivly working on disecting their frogs. Good no one noticed me. \"Hey raggity ann, today isn\'t clown day.\" chuckled a high pitch voice from behind her. \"YEA i just got a call MR. Rogers said you could borrow his sweater, not keep it.\"laughed Nicole sigh,so much for not being noticed \"HAa ha where were you this morning we missed making fun of you, we were worried we couldn\'t start our day off right without you here to make fun of.\" joked Heather. Grace grabbed the disection tool on her desk and held it tightly in her hand. RIIIIINNG Grace was about loose it. She didnt\' know what to do. IF she cried she\'d get attention and someone would want to know everything. IF she said nothing Heather and Nicole would tear her apart. And now Her face was hurting and her head was pounding. Instead of going to lunch she went to the bathroom to avoid all human contact. She threw her sweater and her backpack on the floor on the floor and looked in the mirror and was horrifyed at the image it reflected back at her. Her makeup smeared over her face from wiping away attempts to show her pain.. How did this happen? If my mom were here none of this would have happened. she couldn\'t bare it anymore. I have to get rid of this pain While searching through her backpack she found the disection tool she had grabbed onto earlier. She stared at it in dismay. Could this simple piece of metal be the answer to her pain? Grace took the blade and pushed it to her flesh on her upper arm and felt a warm sensation flow over her arm. She looked down and had cut herself. In disbelief she threw the tool accros the room and grabbed toilet paper and covered it up. not againGrace began to cry. \"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!\" hollered a voice

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