Lila reads the cruel words over and over, her fingertips trembling. Her plush teddy bear sits beside her, silent witness to her tears. The world outside buzzes with life, but inside, all is quiet except for the soft sound of her sniffles.
Lila[/@ch_1] walks with her head lowered, oversized hoodie hiding her body, clutching her backpack as if it’s armor.]
A group of classmates whisper loudly as she passes, casting sideways glances. Sara, the popular girl with glossy hair and a sharp tongue, leans in to her friends. "If I looked like her, I wouldn't show my face," she sneers, and the group erupts in giggles.
Lila bites her lip, quickening her pace, wishing she could disappear.
Grandma Rose[/@ch_3], with gentle eyes and flour-dusted hands, kneads dough at the counter.]
Lila sits nearby, watching the rhythmic movements, her mind heavy. "People can be cruel, darling, but you are stronger than their words," Grandma Rose says softly, sliding a warm roll across the table.
"Sometimes I feel like I'll never fit in, Grandma," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rain.
Lila[/@ch_1]'s reflection. She reaches for a lipstick, hesitates, then applies a bold red shade, watching her own transformation.]
She studies her features, tracing the soft curves of her face and shoulders. The words from Grandma Rose echo in her mind. For the first time in days, she straightens her posture, meeting her own gaze with a flicker of determination.
Lila[/@ch_1] sits near the back, her heart racing as the principal announces an open mic session for anyone wanting to share.]
A hush falls as Lila stands, clutching her notebook. She steps onto the stage, the blinding spotlight making her squint. "I used to think my worth depended on my shape. But I’m learning that kindness and courage matter far more than size. I hope we can all remember to see each other with compassion," her voice trembling but clear.
Lila[/@ch_1] sits on a bench, sketchbook in hand, drawing scenes of people laughing and embracing. Sara passes by, hesitating, then sits beside her.]
"What you said really made me think. I’m sorry for how I acted," she murmurs, her words sincere. Lila smiles, feeling lighter, the world opening up a little more. The wind rustles the trees, carrying away the weight of shame, making room for hope.
