𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 [ 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞 Ⅱ ]
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝?
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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. . .
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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .
"A freak like you doesn't deserve to be here!"
Insults were not something new for Elima. It was something that happened quite frequently. When they started? He lost the time. Why they started? He didn't truly know. However, he was able to come up with the only possible reason his nine-almost-ten-year-old brain could think of.
He was different.
And a lot of times, differences were not accepted.
Elima knew how much he differed from the rest of his class. He was taller than the rest. He was smarter than the rest. He was faster than the rest. He was stronger than the rest. He spoke 'oddly' to them. And worst of all, his eyes. He was mostly bullied for his eyes. He found nothing wrong with them but it seemed everyone else did. His eyes were a beautiful shade of pale blue, that wasn't the apparent 'problem', no no no. It was the fact he didn't visibly have pupils. Of course, the boy had pupils they were just...hard for people to see especially in the earlier parts of the day. As much as he tried to explain how he did have pupils but no one seemed to care.
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Stitches | Twisted Wonderland
Fanfiction"I...I cannot tell the nature of this one's soul. Therefore they are suited for no dormitory." "Cool. So uh can I go home now?" In which the 'daughter' of Dr. Franken Stein gets teleported to a place where witches, magic, and all that jazz is much m...
