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"Bullies" by meadows_lark
She turns and storms off, her friends following uncertainly, the already near-empty halls echoing with their harsh footsteps. “I’m sorry,” the Gelert says, compassion coloring her voice. She has gathered the books and kneels beside you again. “I don’t know you.” Your voice is hoarse, but your vision has cleared and the tears are leaking from the corners of your eyes more slowly. “I’m new here,” she says. She takes the backpack and carefully places the books, taking extra care with the torn one. “I transferred here from a Neoschool in Roo Island. I saw you in math class, and it made me so mad when they were laughing.” Touched and confused by this sudden support, you mumble your thanks and take your backpack from her outstretched paws. Her courage astounds you; she is new here, and yet she is braver than anyone who walked past you during your moment of need. “Here,” she says, standing up and offering you her paw. “We can walk home together. Do you have siblings?” “Two sisters and a brother,” you mumble, hesitating at her offer. “We don’t wait for each other. They’re probably already gone.” “That’s okay,” she says, cheerfully. “You’ve got me.” You take her paw and she helps you to your feet. “I’m Adelaine. What’s your name?” she adds, watching as you zip your backpack up and pull it over your shoulder. You look at her cautiously, and as she smiles at you, you can’t help but smile back, for the first time in what seems like months.

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