Finding Georgia

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There were times when Georgia would isolate herself from others. She had always been that way since she was a child, being that she was introverted. Though, during this sudden change in her life, she isolated herself more than ever. The only thing she felt was good enough to get her out of the house, was her bike.

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"This is so unrealistic." I grumbled as I watched Titanic, a 1953 movie.

It's based on the real ship of the same name, but it has countless errors and isn't historically accurate to the actual sinking of the ship. A Night To Remember was much better than this awful movie.

With nothing to watch when I woke up, and having missed SNL the night before due to falling asleep while watching something else, this was the only thing I thought was watchable for VHS. Unfortunately not.

I sighed and turned off the television.

What now? I pondered.

I was bored and didn't want to leave my room and face my mom and Keaton; i had breakfast before they woke up so I wouldn't have to see them; but going down there now would force me to talk to them, which I didn't want to do.

I didn't wanna leave my room at all. Staying inside during the summer, especially on weekends when school was out, was what I preferred rather than going out and interacting with people.

I closed my eyes for a second, exhaled, and then opened them again. I got out of bed and looked out the window.

Knowing it was going to rain today, I climbed out, deciding that it was the best way to avoid them until it rained again.

I hopped onto my bike and began riding down the street after retrieving it from the porch. The day was mild and damp, the clouds hiding behind the sun.

I got to the corner of the neighborhood where Wyatt lives, but came to a halt when I saw a girl being picked on by a few boys.

They were taunting her, but when one of them used an offensive word that I didn't like, I jumped off my bike and stormed toward them.

"Hey!" When they heard my voice, they turned to face me. "Leave her alone!"

"Oh look, it's little miss carrot-top." Gregory, one of the boys, said mockingly, making his friends laugh.

They always called me that whenever they saw me, which I despised.

"I told you not to call me that, and don't call her the n-word!"

"Or what? What are you gonna do about it, carrot-top?" He threatened me, stepping closer.

He's really asking for it.

"Seventh grade, Ms.Henley's class, you remember don't you?" I smirked as I
remembered the memory very well.

His green eyes widened in fear, boring his gaze into mine. "You wouldn't dear." He underestimates me.

"Oh, I would....booger eater." After I said that, his friends burst out laughing, pointing their fingers at him.

"Greg, you eat boogers? That's so gross!" His friend laughed, directing the mockery at him.

"No I don't!" He quickly denied.

"Oh yes, yes he does. I witnessed it with my own two eyes." I smiled smugly. His look on me hardened as they laughed even louder.

"This isn't over, carrot-top." He threatens again, then scolds his friends to return to his house, and then walked away inside.

I finally turned to the girl, and saw that she was looking down at the ground, sniffing.

"Are you all right? I'm sorry they treated you that way." I apologized, feeling bad, even though it's not me who should be apologizing.

"It's all right, you weren't one of them." Her voice cracked, wiping her eyes.

"If they bother you again, please tell your parents. They'll take care of them." I suggested.

"I'm actually staying with my uncle and his two sons for a while." She finally looked up at me and said, her eyes slightly bloodshot from crying.

"Oh, that explains why I haven't seen you around before." I realized, and she responds with a nod.

Not that I even go outside, other than to ride my bike or forced by my mom, or to see Wyatt, but I did grow up in this neighborhood to know a couple of people already, considering we all go to the same school.

I'm not used to talking to people I just met, but felt quite comfortable with this girl, so I decided to try.

"My name is Georgia."

"Anna."

"That's a lovely name," I complimented. "Short for Annabelle, right? Or Annabella?"

"Annabelle." She answered.

"Even prettier." I compliment again, making her smile softly.

"I don't normally ride my bike, especially considering how hot it is at the moment, but I'll definitely ride it more often now. You've just gained a new friend, Annabelle." That made her smile even wider.

I returned the smile, pleased that I had cheered someone up today.

I hope you liked this chapter!.xX