Fairytales Aren't Perfect

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

  Melody pulled nervously at the edge of her frayed Bob’s Locomotives shirt, her messy blonde curls already falling out of her bun. She hid her blue eyes from the world behind her thick framed glasses. She could feel the eyes of people passing over her, looking over the top of her. She recognized the clatter of heels, and then peels of tittering laughter.

Melody automatically moved behind someone out of Dana’s line of sight. Though she had the distinct feeling that the tall girl from the lacrosse team had already seen her.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Fairytale Girl.”

Melody felt herself quiver in fear, desperately clutching the biology textbook she had in her arms to her chest. She could still feel her heart speed increase rapidly through the thick book.

“Is there something you wanted Dana?” Melody asked quietly, biting her lip to keep it from trembling. Her eyes studying the skid marks from people running late to class on the ground

“I want you to disappear,” She said, enunciating each word and making tears leak into Melody’s eyes. She pursed them together to keep the tears from falling but the liquid escaped and splashed against the lenses of her glasses.

Dana began to laugh and Melody pushed past her, knocking the girl barely as she sped past, nearly rocketing into someone’s arms. Luckily the person stepped aside quickly but she caught the eyes of a boy’s dark blue one who was looking at her with an unreadable expression. Not being one to hang around to be drowned in the girls toilet, Melody ducked underneath his arm and ran for it. Not once looking behind her.

 As the science wing came into view, Melody felt relief flood her chest as she ducked inside. The familiar smells of chemicals inhabiting her noise before she made her way into the biology classroom. It was empty and for that, she was glad.

Wiping furiously at her eyes, Melody scolded herself for crying. She hadn’t wanted to, in fact it was the last thing she wanted to do. To let them see her weaker than they already saw her. Slouching in defeat at the impossibility of that, Melody sat in one of the desk near the front. She wasn’t anything more than a mouse.  Staring down at her feet, Melody was once again brought upon the fact of how short she was. Her feet were nowhere near to touching the floor. Most students could at least put their feet on the ground, but she could barely touch it with her tippy toes.

Sighing she opened her bag and looked around for her notebook. She had found it early that morning and wrapped it in paper towel, but it still looked soggy. She felt her head hurt as she opened the soppy mess of her words, the ink was smeared in runny lines down the page but she could briefly make out her cursive handwriting.

“What’s that?” A sudden voice said from beside her. Melody emitted a surprised yelp and almost fell out of her chair if it hadn’t been for the slim, dark fingers that wrapped around her bicep. The grip was immensely tender, but it hurt her head, the pain familiar like the one she had experienced the night before.

She looked up into a white smile, gray doe eyes, a small nose and a delicate amount of freckles perched on the girl’s nose. “Sorry I didn’t mean scare you.”

“That’s okay.” Melody said softly, looking at the girl from beneath her eyelashes and offering a small smile.

The other girl’s smile grew painstakingly larger, “I’m Jez, What’s your name?”

Melody felt her face blushed and she quickly mumbled her name, her neck flushing with heat.

“Melody, that’s such a pretty name!” She gushed plopping in the seat beside her at the table. Melody was taken aback that anybody would even think to sit beside her. Scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, Melody looked up at the girl again and was hit smack in the face with déjà vu. She clutched the notebook she was holding to her chest, her heart pounding furiously against her rib cage.