A girl walks through the noisy halls but doesn't hear a sound, she can't bear to see their taunting faces so she stares at the ground.

They call her fat not knowing the inner battle she is fighting with herself, starving herself, paying know mind to the food sitting upon her kitchen shelf.

A boy sits in class learning nothing with his head stuffed in his notebook doodling away, suddenly hit by a ball of notebook paper with a single word on it; gay.

Little do they know he draws to try and erase the pain of when his little brother went to be with the angels last fall, the night he answered to God's call.

Would it matter if they knew? Or would they still not care about all of the things their words do?

The girl being called fat died that night, she hadn't eaten in weeks. The "gay" boy took his life in spite of all the pain, the only thing he still cared about was seeing his brother again.