Melissa was never a popular kid at school, she didn't have many friends, and she thought almost everybody hated her. She would sit on a corner during lunch time, and no one ever approached her. When she looked into the mirror, she dreaded what she saw, an ugly girl, with way too many freckles and straw-like hair, she understood that no one approached her ever, who would get close to such an ugly creature?
Her mother wouldn't stop telling her that she was beautiful and that it would get better, that she needed to be a bit more self-confident. Yet, Melissa wouldn't listen, she only saw how all the girls in her class dated guys, and she didn't. She was sadder and sadder, every day, until she didn't even energy to wake up. She realized no one would miss her if she died, so she decided to do so.
As soon as the news of Melissa's death broke in the school, every one was traumatized. She was a lonely girl, it was true, but people thought her loneliness was because she was an independent people, rather than because no one liked her. In fact, lots of people had wanted to talk to her, but they didn't because she was so distant, so cold. And a regret rose in a single voice "I wish I had talked to her when she was still alive".
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