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Zachary Baker sat quietly on the soft sand of the beach, digging his feet into the shifting grains underneath him. He watched the waves roll in lazily and crash into the shoreline, sometimes leaving seaweed remains in its trail. Zack sighed as he gazed out over the ocean, the beautiful sunset reflecting brightly over the clear blue water. He always came to the beach after school. It helped him relax and forget, only for a little while, how much his classmates made fun of him. Words like, “emo,” “faggot,” and “freak,” floated through his memory, reminding him of how much he hated high school. It didn&rsquo