All she wants is just one meaningful bond, but with her innate ability to scare people in every way possible, it's almost hopeless to make friends.
Everyone believes she is a living and breathing ghost, and there's nothing she can do about it.
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Blair knew that if she could count on anything, it was her bad luck.
Her hair which almost resembled the color of a raven's feather, was drenched enough that the strands stuck to her tired face. She hadn't slept all night with the determination to finish her homework like she did every night since school started.
Which is why she always seemed so sickly and almost corpse-like, she was just sleep-deprived.
In her state, walking to school was just as much of a hassle as trying not to frighten people merely with her presence.
And her boots which made a wet squishing sound with each step didn't help either.
She was simply walking the same path she always used for school, Everstein High School, when a driver swerved suddenly on the road.
No one was harmed, but the big puddle on the ground next to the curb was not spared, inevitably Blair just so happened to have dropped her phone on the same part of the sidewalk it was on.
The tires ripple the puddle upwards in a flurry of splashes, the murky water showering Blair and all her belongings.
The bangs that she cut herself (which she admits are too uneven) covered her eyebrows, making it seem like she had no expression to others around her. When in reality she morns for the loss of her now malfunctioning phone and the homework that was written in pen and is no longer legible.
What she didn't know is that the driver thought she was an apparition from the movie he saw the night before, scaring him almost off the road.
"Well... I needed a new phone anyway." Blair mutters.
She was a very optimistic person.
She walked into school soaked, not noticing the stares given her way and how even the upperclassman tried to hide away from her. She walked in almost a slow limp as she maneuvered in the middle of the hall trying to get to the locker room.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted her lab partner for the week. Blair waved at the girl with the most polite smile she could muster.
The lab partner quickly got her books out of her locker and scurried away from Blair with a terrified expression.
Blair blanched at the common reaction and lowered her hand. "Maybe next time." She whispered to herself. "I'll make a friend next time."
"Oh my god, what is she whispering about?!"
"She's cursing us!"
"Come on, before she sees us!"
"Did she climb out of a well or something?"
A whirl of whispers surrounds her until she opens the door to the locker room. She knew the rumors about her, and what they say regarding her appearance, but she always hoped for someone to talk to despite that.
