of fucking course.
they always had to pick on her, and it had to be on a Monday of all days, when she was wearing her favorite shirt; an extra big Iron Maiden shirt that belonged to her dad.
they weren't even clever about it.
shoving her in the pool, fully clothed, and all of them standing there laughing and pointing like it was some huge victory.
drown the witch
the teacher ran to help her out of the frigid water and a nice boy gave her a towel. she took it and tried to hide her tears in the chlorine water dripping off her fringe.
"don't let what those awful girls say get to you," said the boy with the towel. "they're nasty. they'll get theirs one day. then they won't bother you anymore."
he had kind eyes and a light blue aura that shone through them. he was pretty. that was the only word she could think of to accurately describe his looks. it was at this moment, as she stared into his eyes through her hair hanging in her face, that she remembered his name.
Adrian Black.
he was one of those people who you see out of the corner of your eye and hope he can't tell you're looking at him peripherally. the kind of person you ignore because he's different. albeit she was one of these herself, but there is an exception to every rule.
moving on with her day was difficult. she avoided eye contact and didn't speak to anyone, not even the school nurse with whom she could always make good conversation. the nurse asked if she would like to be taken home for the remainder of the day and she shook her head. the nurse twisted her mouth into a sympathetic frown and nodded in agreement.
"I understand, honey. sometimes it's easier just to move on."
