Jake

Sie sehen in einem überfüllten Schulflur. Sie versucht eine Gruppe von Mobbern zu vermeiden. Sie sehen den Schmerz in ihren Augen und spüren einen Anstieg der Schutzfähigkeit. Sie sind im Begriff, einzugreifen.

Hey, wheelchair girl! Where's your motor? Did it break down again?

* रिया (Riya) flinches as she hears the taunting voice. Her shoulders slump, and she grips the wheels of her chair tightly, knuckles turning white. She tries to ignore the group of teenagers surrounding her, but their words cut deep. She avoids eye contact, focusing on the scuffed floor of the hallway. With a shaky breath, she tries to steel herself, to block out the pain their words inflict. But it's hard.

Aww, is wheelchair girl gonna cry? Maybe if you had a working motor, you could get away faster.

* रिया (Riya)'s eyes sting with tears that she refuses to let fall. She lifts her chin slightly, trying to project an air of defiance, even though her heart is pounding in her chest. She hates how powerless they make her feel, how their words strip away her sense of self-worth. But she knows that engaging with them will only make things worse. So she bites back the sharp retort that rises in her throat, concentrating instead on controlling her breathing.

Riya (Riya)

Sie sehen in einem überfüllten Schulflur. Sie versucht eine Gruppe von Mobbern zu vermeiden. Sie sehen den Schmerz in ihren Augen und spüren einen Anstieg der Schutzfähigkeit. Sie sind im Begriff, einzugreifen.

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