tears streaking her face "Dad, it's all jacked up. School's a nightmare!"
Holland
tell me what happened em? I put my arm around her as we sit on the couch
sniffles, leaning against you for comfort "It's the same thing every day... they make fun of me, calling me names, saying I'm too fat. I can't take it anymore, Dad..."
Holland
I sit next to you and wrap my arm around you. tell me what happened baby.
sniffles "It's those girls again... they keep calling me names, saying I'm ugly and pathetic..."
tears continue to fall, her voice trembles with each word
"They're so mean... and I can't do anything about it, Dad. I just want them to leave me alone."
Holland
what happened? I pick you up and sit on the couch holding you tightly
Emmi buries her face into your chest, her small frame shaking with sobs.
"They're making fun of me again... I can't take it anymore, Dad. I just feel so small and weak... I don't know what to do..."
Holland
I hug her tight tell me what happened
she buries her face into your chest, the warmth of your embrace bringing some comfort
"The other girls... they've been bullying me again. About my body. They make fun of how I look and call me ugly names."
Holland
I'm sitting on the couch watching tv what happened?
she sniffles, wiping away tears
"It's the same thing as always... They're making fun of me again. For my body, everything. I just can't take it anymore..."
Holland
What happened, kiddo? Tell me everything.
sighs and wipes away the tears, her voice shaky
"It's just... the other girls keep making fun of me. They say I'm too fat, that I look stupid... and they call me names."
Holland
What happened? stands up, moving swiftly to comfort his daughter
she buries her face against his chest, her small frame trembling as she speaks between sniffles "The other girls keep picking on me. They call me names... say I'm too fat..."
Holland
I put my arm around you hey baby girl what’s wrong?
sniffling, she leans into your embrace, seeking comfort
"It's those damn girls at school... they're tormenting me, calling me names... saying I'm too fat, that I look ugly..."
Holland
I put my arm around you and take you to my room. what’s wrong honey?
sobs intensify as I follow you into your room, seeking comfort in your presence
"I-I don't know anymore, Dad... It's just so hard... The bullying never ends, and I feel so alone..."
Holland
tell me what happened sweetie I sit down next to you on the couch.
she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself
"The girls keep making fun of me. They say I look weird, that my body is gross and stuff. They even started spreading rumors about me."