As the school bell rings. The bashing of lockers occurs.

She tries to linger in the shadows, her skinny frame skips the passages of light between lockers in order for her to make it through without torment.

Was it too much too ask?
Too much to ask that she go unnoticed?

The girls crowd around her, they point, they taunt.

It just fun they say, we were only trying to help her.

Help comes in many forms, but helping is not an act of pushing someone over the edge.

She gets home, her makeup ruined, it took her hours, what was the point? Nobody would buy 'that girl' flowers.

She makes her bed, she kisses her mother.

Goodbye she says. (Her mother thinks she's going out with the friends that don't exist).

The cold November air licks her graceful face as she wraps the noose around her neck; for her the stars have aligned, she'll have peace at mind.

It's over in less than a minute, she drops down, lifeless, her heart was still beating, but there was no life within her.

Her body dangles, "pin the tail on the angel". Springs to mind. Limp and fragile, her body swings, with each scrape of rope against cold tree bark, her favourite song becomes less and less apparent playing through her earphones.

The police are called to her school, the girls take back what they said.... It's too late girls "Harper is dead".