They called her names by her locker. "Freak." "Ghost." "Why don't you just disappear?"
Every day, it was the same. The whispers that turned into snickers, the snickers that turned into loud, pointed comments. And at the center of it all was Myra. myra moans bully
The bullies, of course, loved that sound. It was their victory song. They called her names by her locker
It was a promise.
"Did you hear that?" laughed Jenna, the leader. "She’s moaning again. So pathetic." And at the center of it all was Myra
One day, that moan would be the last thing they ever heard from her—because one day, she would finally speak up. And when she did, the hallways would tremble.
Myra lowered her head, another soft moan slipping out as she clutched her books tighter. But this time, the sound was different. It wasn't just pain.
