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Post by Clare Jackson on Mar 4, 2013 22:56:05 GMT -5
The sadness in her eyes as she walked, all the other kids muttering to them selves as she had came back to attend the her school in Halifax. However Clare was alone, and no one talked to her, they just laughed at her, they knew she was a monster and now even her friends avoided her like she was the plague. She entered through the glass door of the school, her backpack on and her one arm holding her books. She heard two girls laughing at her, making rumors and gossip about her. She frowned as she continued, she was a nobody, to think she had it all once, popularity, admirers, and now, nothing.
I am a nobody, it is like I am a princess with nothing, but a fallen empire, it is gone, everything is, gone. She whipped the tears that were forming in her eyes, but then all of the sudden, bam. They had tripped her and her three books slide across the hall and they all laughed in a chatter, like evil birds. Then tears came as she cried, yes cried. "Stop! Stop!" She whimpered as she felt helpless to stop this. She got up, only to slip again and the laughter grew louder, she covered her face as her stomach still touched the ground.
Stop, stop the laughter, it isn't my fault. Clare thought as the tears dropped to the floor, it made her wonder if she gave her brothers the same fate, had she ruined there lives. The laughing continued as she lifted herself, to reach for a book, but paused, sadness engulfing her heart. All she wanted right now was a brave soul, a kind soul that would talk to her and help her.
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Post by Jaye Severin on Mar 7, 2013 0:11:45 GMT -5
He truly couldn't stand it.
Okay, okay, so maybe he was kind of an idiot, or attempting to live up to the ideal of being a brave man, which he often saw in his books, but, regardless, he really couldn't stand for this. This was just... cruel.
Before he had seen this, Jaye had been unsure of what to think about 'monsters'. Well, okay, he still didn't know what to think about that. If, as a whole, they were bad, it would explain the name 'monsters', but if they weren't, if they were all like the case before him, then why did people call them such, why did they hunt them down, why were they considered bad... Just because of that reasoning, he was inclined to think that what he saw before him was not the norm.
Regardless of whether it was, or not, he was going to stop it.
Brushing past one of the girls that had deigned to trip the fallen 'monster' (the only thing different about her seemed to be the wings protruding from her back, which, while they were odd and had to be a hassle when it came time to dress, he honestly thought were pretty), Jaye crouched down in front of her, gathering up her fallen books rather quickly, and tucking them under one arm. "Hey." His voice was gentle, soft. He didn't really want to disturb her, oh no...
Offering a hand to her, to pull her to her feet, the boy gave the 'monster' a smile. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Clare Jackson on Mar 7, 2013 21:46:01 GMT -5
Clare was still on the ground, but then heard footsteps coming towards her, was it going to be someone who would make it all worst, some other mocker, but then, he only said hey and asked her if she was okay. She looked up, her red eyes looked deathly, but hey they were, most red eyes look that way. Soon the cackling laughter turned to wonders and angry murmuring. He is not afraid, he is nice and maybe he would be my friend, but I shouldn't just asked. Clare thought and she smiled, grabbing his hand. She was now to her feet and smiling, she then grabbed her books. "Th-thank you." Clare said gradually. The kids seem to growl and walk of muttering angrily. Clare brushed her hair back with her hands so she could see, her solid black hair.
It was like this guy understood what she was going through. Clare say him as brave, he was brave enough to go through the crowd and even come up to a monster. "Your really brave." Clare whispered. She went to her locker, putting in the combo and opening the door. She put the books into the top of her locker and began to gather the stuff she needed for her first class, she also checked her schedule. Then she heard someone jumping, unable to reach the last book at the very top of a pile in the top shelf. She flew up and grabbed the she then flew down and handed the book to her.
Then the girl just screamed, grabbing the book and running off to her class room. Clare frowned, her wings drooped and her head looked down at her feet, and soon she was sad again. Why is it so hard? Why do they act like I am the... plague. Clare thought sadly as she walked back to her locker and was once again sad.
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