They always made fun of me. Calling me
a freak just because I didn't like the
exact same things they did.
One day, I would fight back, but now I just didn't have the courage to. I hung my head low. It was always like this. For once, I wished I could be like them and do
whatever I wanted to. I felt my eyes
water and tears began to stream down
"Hey... Why are you always alone?" A soft
I turned in the direction of the voice and
saw a girl. She had an unusually pretty
face and a kind smile. Her big [e/c] had
a look of innocence and curiosity.
"Well?" She spoke again.
I looked away with a blush dusting my
cheeks. Why was this girl talking to me?
She giggled and put a hand on my
"Was it those boys?" I nodded at her
A scowl crossed her face at my actions.
"They always do stuff like this... Picking
on the defenseless is something only the
truly weak do." She spat.
My gray eyes widened when she said
that. This girl had...