A girl in our school committed suicide 8 days before the end of the school year. Everyone went to her funeral. But when we got back to school, the other girls just continued saying things like;
"She was useless anyway."
"and ugly too."
"She probably just wanted attention, but she took it too far."
"Leave it to her to make that mistake, she was a stupid slut in life, and she's still one in death."
I couldn't take hearing that, so I took the guys (Because I'd rather hang out with all boys than hang out with bitched like that.) and we walked down to the office, refusing to go back to our classroom until those girls got their punishment for saying such harsh and cruel things.
What's worse is I knew the girl, she was one of the only girls I hung out with, and it was only because she was a nice, and truly honest girl. She was far better than those hoes at our school will ever be, but they drove her to that. They're supposed to be women, but the have no compassion, or love for anyone. No matter how sad the story, they were never swayed.
I found out one of the girls payed her older brother and his friends to beat her, the boys went farther than that, and I'm guessing that's what pushed her off the edge. Those grls were expelled, they won't be allowed back into our school, the older brother and his friends were all in college, and this girl was only fourteen, so along with being kicked from their schools, they're facing criminal charges for the rape of a minor.
I cried at her funeral, I smiled when justice was served, and I did my best to make sure the boys and girls got what was coming to them. But one thing I did wrong, the one thing I'll always regret, is that I wasn't there for her, and even though I also went through this once, I didn't recognize it in her. When she faked a smile, I knew it was fake, but I went along with it, I didn't think she wanted to talk about it, I should've made her, I should've done all I could to help her, but I didn't. And for that, I'll never forgive myself.