Letters

One

"You'll never find 'time' for anything. If you want time, you must make it." -Charles Braxton

Aviva

1/15/39

8:57 a.m.

"Aviva, did you finish it?"

I cringed ever so slightly and turned around from where I was walking towards the class. Of course, it was Leonard and his gang of popular boys. Danton, Clemont, and Adrian. I guess I want to say that Adrian isn't so bad, since he is friends with me, but it hurts to have him stand there and do nothing as they hurt me. And I knew what they wanted, and they wanted my drawing. The one Leonard asked for about a week ago. I never wanted to do it, but I just drew.

I decided that I should just give Leonard the stupid wanted drawing, even if it was unfinished.

He really deserved it.

Slowly taking it out, I handed it to them, diverting my electric blue  away from them. "I- I.. forgot how you wanted me to color it." I stuttered, trying to think up a lie. It was pathetic, but it was the only thing I could think of. "So... um... yeah... you're gonna have to... color it... yourself?" It came out as a question, and I cursed myself for being so stupid and stammering.

I really wanted to hide behind my red hair right now.

Leonard frowned as he looked with his piercings yellowish orange eyes at the picture. No thank you, no it's great.

Danton, the short boy with brownish yellow hair and green eyes, pointed at the drawing and laughed. Leonard joined in. They both pointed at me, then the drawing, keeping up their laughter.

The sound of his and Leonard's laughter filled my head.

Mocking laughter.

Stupid mocking laughter that buzzed in my ears.

I wanted to cry.

Adrian was turning away, biting his lip.

Clemont, the other boy who didn't hang out with the others much, was looking confused, but he didn't ask about it.

No one ever did when it came to those boys.

Just a simple laugh in your face can turn your whole day upside down. Really. I have this nearly every day.

And that was when I noticed, this was going to be one of my bad days.

And at that time, I didn't know how bad it got.

I started to run.  With my purple satchel on my shoulder.  I didn't notice I was until I started saw everything blurring past. I was running away from the boys, running away from the mocking.

Running away from the people who made my life horrible.

9:23 a.m.

The sound of the laughter was still ringing in my ears as I hurried through the halls, my brain not happy at the thought that Adrian had- again- stood on the sidelines, not interfering.

The school was always the same. It was always me, with my purple satchel filled with pencils, my sketchbook, and paper, the one with bright blue eyes that startles everyone when I stare them down, thinking I would never have dared them to stare them down, and then there was the brown, black, and a hint of red in my hair. I never knew why I was picked on. But I guess...

I guessed it was because of my drawing skills. Once the boys... or Leonard to be exact. All he ever wanted from me since was to draw him things, with no payment, no thank you. No, it's great.