Who is Selena Dirnamm?

It was the same everyday. The same taunting, the same teasing. The same hateful glances thrown her way. But she dealt with it. She survived it didn't she? it became a routine everyday for her that she just excepted it, nor did she care anymore.

Selena glanced up from between her hair, at the students around her. It was 1.15pm in the schoolyard on a Thursday afternoon, lunchtime. To other students in that well-educated sumptuous high school it was a time of gossip and final touch ups of due assignments. Selena sighed at the sneering faces of her classmates. Even at 17 years of age she was surprised at how childish they acted towards her. She moved her books off her lap and stood up, smoothing down the front of her pleated school uniform.

"I presume you have more insults today?" Selena quirked an eyebrow at them. "This is you 635th attempt this year alone to illicit an emotion from me, you should've learnt by now."

One of her main tormentors, Brandon, snorted and moved towards her.

"You know bullying you is getting boring, ya know?" His girlfriend, Cecilia, nodded along. "I was starting to think we might have to be a bit more physical with you if you know what I mean."

Selena tilted her head to the side, her long, dark hair draping around her like thick tendrils. She glanced down as Brandon pulled out a switch blade from his pocket, flicking it open and closing it again, the only noise the sheathing of the blade. Selena knew they wouldn't dare do anything during school, which meant they surely would get her afterwards. The group of eight grinned at her just as the shrill of the bell rang out across the yard.

Selena picked up her school books and flinched as the cold icy droplets of rain fell upon her.

~*~

It was during Selena's last period, French, that the door opened to reveal the principal and the new student. Whispers erupted throughout the classroom at the sight of the boy who wore the school uniform sloppily, his dull blue eyes scouring the classroom from underneath his midnight hair.

"Mrs Fairchild, excuse my rude interruption, but we have a new student. Please welcome Dimitri Panadero who comes all the way from Russia!" Said Mr Scott.

"Seattle," Dimitri cut in. "I came from Seattle, America but I was born in Russia."

Selena smirked slightly, not bothering to look up at the boy and the now flustered man. The air shifted around her as the new student walked up to the back of the classroom to sit in the only available seat - beside her. She knew what he'd see upon one glance at her, a girl who was sickly thin with dark tendrils of hair that cascaded around her. She knew she looked tormented, what with the pale almost grey skin and sharp cheekbones, others even said she looked possessed but it didn't matter to her really. She glanced sideways at him as he sat down at the table they would share for the rest of the term. He glanced at her then, his blue eyes piercing her sharply, as if digging into her very soul.

"Dimitri," he greeted her. She face him fully then, a smirk playing at her lips.

"I know." She turned back to the front of the classroom as Mrs Fairchild recited to them in French, once again resuming the lesson.

"No name huh?" He whispered to her, digging at the table with his fingernails. She watched on in interest as he etched out a face in the wood, x's where the eyes would be.

"I prefer not to tell it to strangers," Selena said sharply. He chuckled deeply and she looked to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh come on now we're apparently going to be partners for the rest of the term why can't we be fr-" 

"Miss Dirnamm!" The two teenagers looked to Mrs Fairchild, whose red face screamed out with frustration. "Répondre à ma question?"

"C'est évidemment la rèvolution française manquer," Selena replied fluently. The old woman seemed flustered for a moment before turning back to the chalkboard behind her.