Whispers all around here. Can't you hear them? No? Open your ears. Then you'll hear them. The truth of the lies. And the lies of the truth.
Still can't hear them? Ah, what a shame. Open your ears. It'll do you good, I promise you!
Are you sure you can't hear them? How 'bout you look around? That sounds therapeutic. Doesn't it? Taking in the scenery. The desks placed in perfect rows, the overhead screens glowing with assignments, the apples on the teachers desk, the books on the dusty shelves.
It's nice! This is quite awe-inspiring.mPerhaps this has made your ears open a bit? Hm? No? Maybe if you search a little harder, that'll help, right?
"You see that girl in the corner? I hear she transferred down from the high classes."
"Why would she do that?"
"Who knows? Perhaps she's an idiot."
You hear them now, don't you? Those venomous words coming from the students? They're quite pleasant, aren't they? But who are they talking about?
There. In the back of the class, sitting alone, no people to talk to, wearing her casual sweater and white wash jeans. Her pencil moving gracefully along the paper she's bestowing words upon. What's she workin' on? Perhaps homework?m The assignment? Or could it be something else?
Perhaps, we should make her look around, shall we? What if we scare her? Now, wouldn't that be a laugh! Ah, no, that would be mean, wouldn't it? How will we get her attention? Let's see~.
The young girl flipped her pencil for she made a mistake and needed to erase. But as she was erasing, the paper flew off her desk. Swiftly, getting out of her chair, she sped to her paper, not wanting to make a scene, nor to be heard. As she was walking, she looked around and sighed heavily.
She hears them too, you know? She has come to ignore them. That's all someone in her place can do, right? Pretending everything is fine, that everything will always be fine. A simple lie to hide the truths. But look at her. Look into her eyes compared to the other girls her age. They're so dull, how can that be? She has nothing to worry about. Nothing to ponder of. Why is she so dull? Let's look around some more.
"Ugh, she's so clumsy! Anyone would've caught that paper before it fell."
"I know right? So pitiful! I can almost feel bad for her."
Is it the name-calling? Couldn't be, some simple name-calling won't let a girl lose the light in her eyes. Anybody for that matter. What was her real name anyways? Let's see, what has she gone through?
The scenery goes from the 'peaceful' classroom setting to a small meadow. Tulips, Daisys, Roses, Lilies, blossoming on this nice summer day. But why are we here?
A small girl with a cute bunny shirt and a bright pink skirt comes into view at the far end of the field. She's hopping around, playing with grass. All by herself. She's happy as can be, but why is she here? Simply frolicking across the field, periodically stopping to take a bulb of a tulip, petals of a tulip into her hands.
This can't be the same girl, can it? She's so happy here. While she's so unhappy there. Why is that? Let's go forward a slight bit. Maybe be will unlock this treasure chest. Maybe her name is in there too.
Surroundings change to a dark, cold room. A slight drift of smoke in the air. Two light sources one from the left, the other from the right. The left light was higher than the right one. Seemingly on top of stairs. The other large and very bright, a television screen?
