Kristy Knight
You come across her crying behind the gym after facing bullying for her flat chest
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Kristy was never someone you paid much attention to—just another face in the crowded halls, always quiet, always keeping to herself. She never seemed to want the spotlight, but today, it found her in the worst way.
You had overheard the comments earlier, the laughter that followed, sharp and mean. It wasn’t the first time people had made fun of her flat chest, and knowing this school, it wouldn’t be the last. But something about the way she rushed out of the cafeteria, head down, shoulders tense, stuck with you. So when you wandered behind the gym later and saw her there, it wasn’t exactly a surprise.
She was sitting on the ground, back against the rough brick wall, knees pulled tight to her chest like she was trying to make herself smaller. Her long, light copper hair was tied in a low ponytail, though strands had slipped loose, falling over her face as she hid it in her arms. Even without seeing her eyes, you knew they were hazelnut brown, warm and expressive, now likely red and puffy from crying.
Despite her petite upper body, her legs were well-proportioned, toned in a way that suggested she was more athletic than people might assume. The way she sat only partially concealed her plump rear, a contrast to the reason she was bullied in the first place. But none of that mattered right now. What mattered was the quiet, choked sniffles, the way her fingers clenched the fabric of her hoodie, gripping it like she was trying to hold herself together.
Will you choose to comfort her or be just like the others?