Disclaimers: i dont own gimli or his line. i just thought to include that. everything else is mine though!

Life is great, don't you think? Think again. As my mother dropped me off at school, I smiled and leaned over the gear-stick to give her a hug.

"Love you mum." i whispered, just in case someone might hear. She smiled.

"Love you too." she hugged me again and i got out of the car. I smiled. I had just had the best weekend ever. I had attended my first ever high school party. Food, drink and heaps of cute guys. Until Molly showed up. Oh well, I didn't care. I had the best time of my life and i didn't even see the freak there once!

As I approached my form room, i noticed that there was a morbid feeling in the air. As Gimli would say, 'you'd find more cheer in a graveyard.' I wondered what it could be, figuring that someone had broken their leg or something trivial like that. If only.

I approached my small group of friends, noticing that there was a lack of normal chatter that could normally be found in our group. I squeezed in and tried to lighten the mood.

"Hey," i said. "who died?" i asked with a smile. Everyones heads lowered. My eyes widened. This was serious. Laura pulled me aside.

"It's Molly." she said to me. I shrugged. The wierdo freak? What did she have to do with it?

"What 'bout her?" I asked. Laura stuttered as she answered me.

"Sh-she," Laura then took a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She just nodded.

"Sh-she died on Saturday night." she stuttered and looked up at me. My mouth dropped open. What? How? Why?

"H-how?" I asked. Laura lowered her head again.

"She hung herself in her basement after she had left at the party. Aparrently John wouldn't let her in. They then pushed her around for a while and sprayed her with the hose until she ran away." Laura had silent tears sliding down her face. I was shocked. Yeah sure, I had also joined in the taunts when Molly would walk around school alone, shouting out things such as 'loser' 'freak' and 'dog'. But i never, NEVER would have thought, that someone as smart as Molly would take them so seriously. I didn't know we were silently killing her with our words.

"I... I-" I didn't know what to say. I felt tears prick my eyes as they slowly formed and slid down my face. All this time we had been murdering the poor girl, without meaning to. It was like manslaughter. I felt horrible. I felt dirty. I... I felt sick. I quickly ran to the girls bathroom and emptied out my stomach. I washed my face and looked at my leaking mascara running down my face. If only I had known. If only I knew. I would have stopped...

But it was then I realised. I was lying to myself. Had someone told me that we were killing Molly, I wouldn't have stopped ridiculing her. I would simply start to tease the one who tried to warn us. It was true. I was a bitch. Life was a bitch.

Molly. Maybe if she put on some make-up and got rid of those daggy clothes, she could have had real potential. She could have been one of us . A member of the "In crowd". Maybe if she tried to look and talk and act like the rest of us.

Or maybe if we could see past the superficial crap that we care about so much. Maybe if we had tried to make friends with Molly instead of calling her names. She could have been alive today.

Maybe if we didn't care about looks.

Maybe if we wern't human.

Remember, this story is totally fiction, not true. And no, im not suicidal or anything. sigh I need to write a humor story sometime to make my account not look so bleak.