˙˚∘⊹🦋⊹∘˚˙ Butterfly in the Moonlight

- CHAPTER 1 -

Rylee Jonás, a 13 year old Soc-

Rylee stood beside the other Socs, a grimace on her pale face. She looked at Bob, her best friend, then back on the coughing and wheezing Greaser on the ground.

Her heart pounded against her rib cage. She always hated how Bob always picked on these kids who were younger, weaker than him. Rylee's face turned into a scowl as she heard a light whimper from the boy on the ground.

Her fingers tightened around the clothing of her jacket that was wrapped around her arms. Rylee breathed out, turning her face to the side, away from the brutal scene ahead of her.

Randy wrapped his arm around her neck, tugging her lightly towards the scene. "Aw! Come on Ry-Ry," He said as he tugged on her cheek, "No need to be so sour."

All Rylee could do was shove him off of her. She scowled at him before staring at the scene ahead of her, finally bracing herself for the scene. Her eyes widened at the sight; the boy was writhing on the ground, blood splattered lightly on the ground next to where his mouth was.

Bob bent down, kneeling down and lifting the boys hair up from his eyes, a smirk plastered on Bob's face. "Look at him." Bob mocked as he grabbed Rylee's hand to tug her down gently. "See Rylee? This is why we don't talk to Greaser filth." The words came out like venom.

The boys eyes shakily make eye contact with Rylee's. Her breathing stopped and she froze in her spot as she kneeled down beside Bob. Rylee soon stood, brushing off her plaid skirt from any dust. Bob let the kids head go, the skull of the kid making a small smack with the concrete; Bob followed in suit of Rylee, holding her hand in a lovey-dovey way. She hated it.

Rylee stayed silent as she felt her heart stop in her chest. Her actions spoke volumes. Her fist made contact, causing a loud POP to erupt from Bob's jaw. He stuttered backwards, holding his jaw where she had punched it.

Bob raised a hand, smacking Rylee hard with the back of his hand. He grabbed onto her shirt, making her legs go weak and make her even shorter than him. "What was that for, Rylee?" Bob hissed out as he let go of her. "You know, you shouldn't hit your elders."

"You shouldn't be picking on kids who are younger, weaker!-" Rylee cried out, she had specks of tears poking her eyes but she wasn't going to cry. "It's pathetic you think this is..hilarious!"

She shifted her body to help lift up the boy that was on the ground. "You're pathetic!- all of you are!" Rylee screamed out, her vocal chords ripping apart at every word.

Bob stared down at her with shame present in his face. He kicked her, hard. It sent her rolling down the cement. Her fingers clawed the ground, she watched the faint amount of blood from her scratched face bleed onto the sidewalk. She stared up at him, and he stared at her before he broke out into loud laughter.

He and his friends soon left. Leaving the shaking boy and Rylee by themselves. Rylee breathed slowly, in and out, in and out; trying to push herself to get up.

Soon, after a while of her breathing slowly, she managed to push herself up. Rylee stood up shakily, carefully rolling the boy onto his back so she could pick him up, or manage to help him walk home.

The boy coughed, a black eye was already forming as blood dribbled down his lips. Rylee kneeled back down, a soft look on her face as she carefully wiped off the blood from his lips.

"I'm so sorry." She spoke. She didn't know why. The poor kid probably already hates her guts for not helping until the end. "I should have helped sooner."

The boy never responded, his eyes never even looked at her. Just at the ground. She sighed before wiping some of the blood off of him, soon huffing as she pushed herself up.

Rylee held out a hand for him to grab. The kid, with a shaky hand, set his gently onto hers. She tried to give a smile, but it was weak and not a good smile.
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Rylee jolted awake. Her head spinning. She was back home, and she was just dead asleep- why does she keep having those stupid dreams? The dreams of her memories scared her.

It was her first month back in Tulsa. She had gotten a good job, etc etc. She had moved for three years, then finally convinced her parents to move back.

She looked over at the ticking clock on the wall. It read 5:57 in the morning. Rylee breathed out. She had school today. She rolled out of bed, her hair messy and her clothes messy as she got up. Rylee flicked on her house light, taking a deep breath before heading to the bathroom.

She brushed her hair back with her fingers, the black hair falling in loose ends in front of her face. She had about a thirty minutes to a hour before school, so she decided to just take her time for once.

Rylee went back into her room, opening her closet to look at the clothing she had. She sighed out as she grabbed a simple one, in her opinion, a light blue skirt with a white button up long sleeve with a white yarny vest to go with it.

She grabbed her somewhat ruined converses from the bottom of her closet, brushing off some mud and heading into the bathroom to change.

It took her a while, but she had gotten dressed, fixed up her hair, and got herself ready. She felt really pretty today. Rylee fixed up her hair, adding a simple white headband to help keep it in place. She gave herself a nervous smile in the mirror, before sighing and letting her eyes rest shut.

Rylee turned off the bathroom light, then head out into the living room. Her parents weren't home, and even though she was used to it she would still like to see her parents at least once a day but you know, she really wasn't bothered.

She scooped up her school bag, throwing it over her shoulder before finally noticing the downfall of rain. Rylee took a deep breath; sighing and grabbing a jacket and her umbrella.