The laughing and jokes they make are not funny. I know humor, and I know a good joke when I see one, but mocking people is just not right. I see it everyday. “Popular kids” picking on my friends and dissecting their emotions like the previous day's frog dissection unit in biology. Their guts must be squirming, too. I am no exception to this cruelness. In reality, the teasing has gone on since my middle school years. I was changing, and my friends were staying the same: immature and naïve. My brain was bursting with knowledge and hunger for more of it. Somehow, we went separate directions. Innocent childhood memories vanished, while new memories of vicious teasing replaced them. High school changed everything. Friends I thought I knew became something I am not. Dangerous behavior lead to serious consequences, yet they seem to have not a care. This place has no morals, no boundaries. Innocence has left the building, and a dark silence fills its place.