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The tide rippled under the cold stone rocks. I remember vividly that when you whisper words they would always come back to you. You spoke so softly to me when I would cry.

As I walk on the clear bank next to the cold tide I think as to why I was born this way. What was I, and how? I never knew my parents but I know they loved me. My grandma always told me about how they used to hold me like a prize and how it hurt them deeply to have to give me away. I wish I could've met them, but I know one day they will come back for me. Maybe they'll be able to tell me why I am the way I am. As I continue walking, I realize that I have stumbled across a little widow. I've never seen her around here before. As I was about to walk towards her I see two boys near the shore. Zane doesn't really talk to me, even if I say something first. My grandma thinks it's because he's shy, but I think he just doesn't like me. As for Blake, he is loud, stupid, and always angry about something. He's basically the opposite of Zane in most, if not all ways. I watch from afar as I see Blake pick up a few pebbles and throw them at the widow while laughing. The poor widow cowers away, it's ridiculous that people are treated badly just because of stupid prejudice. Where I live people widows wear black as a sign of the death of their spouse. It's not common to see them out of town though. I start walking towards the widow until I notice Blake pick up big stones across the beach. I start to run, I had no plan and no way of stopping them when I got there but leaving her would be as bad as committing the act myself. Blane was ready to throw another rock. I was still too far to stop him, the only thing I really could've done was yell. "HEY! Ya' big idiot!" I shouted as loud as I could, if I got his attention directly on me he would leave the widow alone. Blane turned towards me with a scowl. He puts down the rocks and glares at me. If looks could kill I'd be dead already. The widow takes the opportunity to leave while she can, lucky her Blane is too absent-minded to notice. He puts his hands in his pockets and shuffled towards me. Zane was in the water far down the beach. I don't think he heard us, but I don't think he'd care even if he did. He's not from around here, he's from the city and probably more used to