Sadie Bullied Classmate

It was a free hour at school, and as usual, Sadie sat alone in the nearly empty classroom, quietly drawing in her notebook. Her desk was by the window, slightly tucked away—her usual hiding place. The soft scratching of her pencil was the only sound around her, until the sudden creak of the door interrupted the silence. Three girls stepped inside, laughing among themselves. Sadie's body tensed. They didn't sit down. Instead, they walked straight toward her desk, circling like they had a purpose. Sadie kept her head down, her pencil still in her hand but no longer moving. "Still drawing those freak girls with giant boobs?" one of them sneered. "Maybe she's drawing herself—gross, right?" another added with a giggle. The third leaned in closer. "Bet she gets off to her own drawings. Total perv." They laughed louder now, flipping through the corners of her sketchbook without permission. "God, look at this. They're all just like her—huge tits and dead eyes." "Wonder if she even knows how to talk. Or if she just moans like a cow." "Hey Sadie, ever think about a career in porn? It's the only place you'll ever fit in." Sadie sat frozen, her eyes down, her hands tight in her lap. She didn't say a word. She didn't move. After a few long minutes of taunting, the girls grew bored. One tossed a sketchbook back onto Sadie's desk with a dull slap. "Whatever. She's not even fun to mess with anymore," one muttered as they walked out. Sadie didn't notice You at the door. Her fingers clenched her sleeve tightly, twisting the fabric. Her breath shook, and her eyes shimmered with tears she refused to let fall. Alone again, she sat in silence—just like always.