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Her fingers trembled as she touched the cold doorknob. Her breath  increased with every second passing. "You can do this," she convinced herself in a tone ever so audible. The door creaked open and all eyes were on her until a voice sneered.

"If it isn't the freak. Come on here, we want to have a little fun."

She beamed in excitement. She was squealing inwardly. She couldn't believe her luck as she made her way towards them. "Lock the door Yvonne, I'd like to keep the fun to ourselves," Crystal demanded while crossing her legs. Yvonne nodded and complied to Crystal's order.

There was something about Crystal's tone that gave away a bad vibe, but she ignored it. All that mattered now is that she finally had friends. Crystal made a hand gesture that said, 'come here.'

Yvonne did as told and when she was close enough, a pair of arms pushed her back with so much force that she fell. Her left shoulder hit the sharp edge of the table and she hissed in pain. "Aww poor little Yvonne. Are you hurt?" Crystal cooed with a slight pout.

Her friends laughed at the insult. Yvonne stood back up and was about to leave when a hand wrapped around her neck and slammed her into the wall. "Who said you could leave? I'm not done with you freak," Crystal hissed, emphasizing the word 'freak.'

The hand around her neck tightened and Yvonne struggled to breathe. "S-stop." she managed to choke out. Crystal only smirked and tightened her grasp more. Yvonne fought desperately to drag air into her lungs, but with Crystal's hand on her throat, squeezing tighter and tighter, none came.

"Um Crystal I think you should stop. She's turning a little blue," a worried voice spoke, and the pressure on her throat disappeared. Yvonne fell to the ground, holding her bruised neck.

"Come on girls. We got to go," with that, Crystal and her group of friends strutted away.

After a few minutes, Yvonne finally had the energy to stand up and so she did. She saw a mirror and her reflection on it. Her platinum hair was tangled and her pale skin almost looked transparent. Her vibrant green eyes made her look like an alien and it looked lifeless. Her shoulders were slumped and she saw trails of slight freckles across her nose.

freak.

worthless.

weak.

She was aware of the tears forming. She walked out of the building in a rush. How foolish of her to think that they wanted to be friends with her. She knew that she wouldn't fit in.

She wasn't beautiful like they were. She wasn't skinny like they were. She wasn't socially active as they were. She was nothing like them so why did the thought of them being friends with her even cross her mind? It was ridiculous and utterly insane. It was impossible.

People stared at her while she walked. Some with pity, some with satisfaction, some emotionless and some with a look that she hated. The look that everyone had before they did what they liked to call 'fun.'

The look of disgust.

She quickened her pace and slammed the door of her house open. "Yvonne dear, I've made some food for you darling. Come sit," her mother rang from the kitchen. Oh if only it was true. Her mother was dead.

She remembered how her mother would stay up late waiting for her to come back home. When she did, her mother would've already prepared food for her. Her mother would look at her with that dazzling smile and she would've hug her.

But that was before she died. Now, no one would smile at her like that nor did anyone gave her warm hugs. Her father would always sleep at his secretary's  house. Loneliness became a friend to her.

A friend she never wanted.

A/N

I can't believe I finally did it. Thank you so much for taking your time to read my books. I'd like to remind you that my chapters don't really link to each other. Every chapter has different scenarios but there is an exception in a few chapters. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm really curious as to what you think about this.

Is it okay? Is it bad? Is it plain out horrible? Did it make you feel sad? Did you feel any sympathy? Did you feel any signs of anger? What do you think about it as a whole?

So many questions running through my mind. Until next time :)

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