The bus rolled along, bumpy and uncomforting to its young passengers. The boy is sitting, bookbag in his lap, thinking, solitary. Two girls are across the aisle, giggling. Without realizing it, the boy listens to what they are saying.
"He's so cute!" she whispered to her friend.
Embarrassed, realizing it was not his place to listen to their private words, he glances away. The girl noticed.
"Not you!" she shouts gleefully. "You're ugly. Do you hear that? Every boy on this bus is ugly!"
Burning with shame, the boy wants to explain, that she didn't understand, but the words stick. He shut his eyes against tears of frustration. He is eight years old.
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