1st Attempt

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The girl was walking down the sidewalk in the direction of the school.

She had her head down as she always did. Trying to hide her face. Trying to not be noticed. 

As she approached the street corner, out of her peripheral, she saw the car approaching the stop sign. 

She judged that the driver could possibly hit her if she didn't break her pace and just stepped out in front of it. The car wasn't moving fast. It wouldn't kill her if it did.  But, she didn't really care if it hit her or missed her. She didn't really care about anything any more. She didn't care if she lived. She didn't care if she died.

She didn't break her pace. 

She stepped out in front of the car. The car hit the breaks and she heard a wolf whistle.

She never looked. She never broke stride. She just kept walking. 

She didn't care that he didn't hit her. She wouldn't have cared if he had. The whistle bothered her. Couldn't ANYONE see that something was wrong?

Did anyone care? 

She wished that she could be invisible.  Or, maybe just fly away. Fly away to some place where she could just be on the outside looking in. 

The words from Bohemian Rhapsody always played in her head.... nothing really matters, nothing really matters, to meeeeeee.