She walks home with her long sleeved shirt and head bowed to the ground. Her eyes follow the sidewalk as the laughs erupt from the cars that pass. Someone bumps her arm and her books clatter to the ground. She holds back the tears and reaches to grab her books. Another person bumps into her and she falls to the ground, her head is now bleeding and someone kicks her in her side. They call her fat, but she is starving herself. They scream out, "You don't deserve the breath the air we do," she can't help that she is always depressed. She can't change the fact that she has no one by her side anymore. Her parents are gone and her family is shattered. One calls her the neighbor street walker, she has no home. They kick her again until someone screams, "Get away from her!" They grab her arm and she shakes her head and runs off, leaving her books and the rest of her dignity on that cracked sidewalk...