The New Freak

I. The Purgatory.

“All the cool kids said I was weird...”

Okay, let's do this quickly...

I'm Freya, a 13-year-old useless girl who lives alone, because my parents are dead. I'm British, but I'm not living in England... I moved to a small town in... I don't know where... I don't care too much either. However, my parents died a week ago if I'm not mistaken... I want to be alone, even though it makes me sad.

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Today, unfortunately it's Monday, my first day at school. I don't want to go there, but anyways, I gotta go. Anyway, I'll just stay in bed until it's about time. I didn't sleep at all. Whatever.

This town is... Creepy and weird... I love it! Heh... But I don't know anyone here, that's the fucked up thing. Anyways, I guess no one will want to be my friend. I mean, even in England nobody wanted to talk to me or get close to me... They didn't even look at me... I mean, they only came up to bully me. Whatever, that's not the point.

I got up a few minutes after I woke up. I got dressed, I brush my teeth, I combed my hair... I didn't have breakfast. I grabbed a small blade and I cut my arm, hands and thighs a bit. Then, I put the blade in my bag.

For some reason, I live in a little pink house in the MIDDLE of the forest, and I love it too, I really love it. But there is always a fucked up part, and that part is that the way to school is very long. But anyways, I arrived to school somewhat early.

The school was crowded with students... Well, sort of, but still. I didn't know what to do, I just stayed outside until the bell rang. Then, I entered the purgatory.

I walked down the hall, everyone was with their group of friends or just friends. Some people glanced at me. I didn't care.

I walked towards my classroom. Well, I knew where the classroom was, because I heard form some students. The classroom was kind of empty, there where just two people, one boy and one girl. I sat in the furthest seat possible, as always.

I noticed that the two students were glancing at me from time to time. They looked cool. At one point, the girl with slightly messy hair spoke.

- Hey! You're the new kid, right?

I just looked at her and nodded. I was somewhat shy, but I tried not to let it show. She huffed and nodded a bit, narrowing her eyes.

- Uh-huh... Cool.

I nodded a bit once again and looked away, pulling down my sleeves to cover my scars and cuts.

They didn't say anything for a few moments, just murmuring amongst themselves. Then a blond guy with glasses spoke to me, shrugging his shoulders a little.

- Hey, no offense, but... Are you an orphan?

He said, tilting his head. His tone was somewhat friendly, so I take that “No offense”. I nodded.

- Uh, yeah... I am...

- Alright... Sorry. ─He said, nodding slightly.

- Nah, no problem. ─I said, shaking my head.

The girl with slightly messy hair looked at me and nodded slightly.

- I like your accent. ─She smiled.

- Heh... Thanks. ─I said, smiling a bit.

- Mhm... I'm Ruth, Ruth Groszky. ─She moved her hand towards me for a handshake. I held her hand, shaking.