As they walked up to the house the door creaked open. Against their better judgement they walked in. Inside the house the furniture was dusty and old; it looked like if they would touched it would crumble to dust before my eyes. There was a strong smell of damp. They reluctantly walked into the living room. On the walls was mould eating away at them. On the table, that looked like it was struggling to hold 2 pictures. They reached for them and the table collapsed under the weight of nothing,

I was always bullied. I am a bookworm. I`m a scholar in my school. My boyfriend cheated on me. Nobody loves me because . . . . . . . I`m a NERD