"What's wrong with your stupid face?" John asked.
"There's nothing wrong!" Grace exclaimed.
"Well, then why is it so stupid and ugly?" John retorted.
"It's not!" Grace let a tear slide down her face.
"Loser." John walked away with his posse following him.
Grace ran into the girls' bathroom and locked herself in a stall. She pulled a mirror out of her handbag and stared at her tear-stained face in horror. Chubby cheeks and bright blue eyes looked back at her. Her red hair was tangled and hung in her face, but there was still nothing ugly about it.
"Am I ugly," Grace asked aloud.
Grace jumped when someone in the stall next to her answered, "Duh, Stupid. Of course you're ugly."
Grace ran out and didn't stop running until she got home. Her parents were not there, only her older brother.
"Am I ugly," she asked him.
"No," her brother replied.
Grace gave a sigh of relief.
"You're only stupid," her brother finished.
Grace screamed and cried until morning. Her brother and parents did not care.