Myra Moans Bully -

Every day, it was the same. The whispers that turned into snickers, the snickers that turned into loud, pointed comments. And at the center of it all was Myra.

Myra never fought back. She couldn't. Instead, a low, involuntary moan escaped her lips—a sound caught between a sigh and a whimper. It was the only release valve for the pressure building inside her chest. myra moans bully

One day, that moan would be the last thing they ever heard from her—because one day, she would finally speak up. And when she did, the hallways would tremble. Every day, it was the same