“There’s just, like, no one else to talk to and, like, the school can’t really do anything because, well, it’s not like anything, like, happened.”
“Well, I think there are, like, support groups or something I’ve heard about. You know, like, so you can talk to other people, like, besides me of course.”
“I know, I’ve heard of those too… I just feel so alone.” The young lady begins to cry and, her friend, moves her chair over to embrace her and is now beginning to cry too.
“You know it’s not your fault…”, one says to the other as they are now sitting side by side crying and hugging each other.
“We were just having a conversation and then, suddenly, he just reaches over and starts feeling me up. I was like, ‘Wait, what?!?’”
“That’s just totally not cool. You have a right to feel safe, comfortable… I’m so sorry… OK, enough of this. Tell me something good.”
“Yesterday was, like, really good.”
“Tell me why?”
“I don’t know, it was just, like, I didn’t feel sad. I don’t know why. I just didn’t think about it.”