"They Locked Her in a Bathroom Stall to Break Her, But They Didn't Know Who Was in the Next Booth. The ceramic tile was cold against Maya’s cheek, smelling faintly of bleach and desperation. She sat hunched on the closed toilet seat, her knees pulled up to her chest, trying to make herself disappear. Outside the thin metal door of the handicapped stall, the murmurs had turned into loud, cruel laughter. It was her third week at Crestwood High. Three weeks of hell since her dad lost his job at the