chapter 8

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I always felt rather out of place with my friends

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I always felt rather out of place with my friends. I was different but not in a good way, or a special way.

I have always acknowledged that I am drastically weaker than Aayushi, am not quick witted as Artemis, and doesn't have a talent like Giselle.

I wasn't jealous of them. I admired them and they were my best friends, but it could be tiring sometimes.

But the scariest duo, hands down, was Aayushi and Artemis. They had things in control, everyone either liked them or were scared of them. Period.

Aayushi handled all her problems with physical violence. Not much yelling, or arguing, just straight up punching. People were scared of her for a good reason. And she never really got in trouble for it, a clean record, strangely enough.

Artemis, on the other hand, used blackmail and humiliation. Truth to be told, I am terrified and yet admire her for it. If Artemis smiles at you, it's normal. She always smiles. You just have to find out if she's giving you a genuine warm smile, a sarcastic one, or one that is holding all her threats.

She also never yells or loses her temper, she handles her anger differently.

Giselle liked to argue but her hot temperedness always makes her lose.

I, on the other hand, just couldn't argue at all. I have improved over the years, hanging out with my friends, but I am still quite pathetic.

"Athena," My mother calls, jerking me out of my thoughts, "Invite your friends over for dinner on Friday."

My friends and my family are quite close, we often go over to Aayushi's and my house for dinner. We don't go to Artemis's and Giselle's because their parents are at home often.

love my parents with all my heart. They stood up against my bullies a lot when I was younger but when I found Giselle that day during Year 1, I started to tell them that there were no more bullies.

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When I was 13, in Year 1, I was sitting alone at lunch after a few girls threw heavy rocks at me when a girl with chocolate brown hair approach me. I lurched a little when she approached but all she gave me a warm curious smile.

"Why are you sitting alone?" She asked me, tilting her head slightly.

"Do you know who I am?" I whisper, confused. If she knew who I was, she wouldn't be asking me this.

She laughs, "Doesn't matter who you are."

I mumble something and she grins, "C'mon, eat with us."

I look up, "What?"

"Eat with us." She repeats, straightening up. I didn't dare to refuse her offer so I stood up meekly, hoping she would throw my lunch in the trash instead of throwing it on my head.

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