Touched by Lady Winter

Chapter 2

I studied Silverwood Academy.

I was wearing a baggy hoodie to make it look like I was still a bit pudgy from last year, and jeans that wouldn't give away my figure, which resulted from a year of hard training.

Memories of the Three and my old "friends" burst into my mind, demanding that I review them, so I did.

I teleported into my mind, which is a dark space with chests organized in a simple manner.

"School memories, come to me," I commanded.

With the night-vision Lady Winter had gifted to me, I saw the chests moving about and a dull, dusty one floated towards me, landing in front of my feet with a thump. I brushed off some of the dust and opened it. Memories came floating out. In case you were wondering, memories take the form of ghost-like butterflies, fluttering around for you to catch one. The harder one is to catch, the more likely you will forget that memory.

A particular butterfly caught my eye, fluttering far away. I leaped gracefully towards it, extending my arms as I caged it in my hands. The setting changed from my mind to a first grade classroom. This was my memory.

I was curled up in a corner, my sad eyes staring at the ground.

"Hey, you!" a voice said.

I looked up to see one of the girls from the Three. "O-oh, yes?" I stood up abruptly, brushing dust off of my pants. I wondered what a popular person would want to do with me.

"Aren't you Samantha?" The girl placed her manicured hand on her hip, a look in her eye that I didn't recognize.

"Y-yes, but you can call me Sam!" I gave her a smile.

"A sad name for a sad girl," the girl sneered. I blinked, not understanding.

"I'm not sad, I'm just-"

"Oh, look, the girl is dumb, too! Don't you understand? I don't like you, so buzz off and leave our group alone."

"You were the one that came up to me, though," I said, looking at her curiously. Then, I gasped. "Wait... are you stupid?" I whispered, my eyes widening. If she was stupid, then why doesn't anybody know? Isn't stupid a serious-

She kicked me in the gut and the air raced out of my lungs.

"Stupid girl," she said. "You should know better than to call your superiors stupid. We don't have that kind of illness."

She walked out of the classroom, leaving me clutching my stomach in pain.

The memory ended, and I scowled. In first grade, all little kids thought that stupid was a very bad word and also an illness that some kids had. It was funny, but the memory of my first experience getting bullied was not.

Only one memory in, and I had had enough of the chest of school memories. I sent it away and returned back to reality, in which no time had passed.

"Oh my god, is that who I think it is?" an obnoxious voice said.

"Yeah, oh my god. It is her!" Obnoxious Voice #2 said.

"Ooh, school is going to get a lot more fun!" Obnoxious Voice #3 said.

"Girls, let's have our fun while she's at her locker. Lots of people to witness her being beaten up, hm?" said the most obnoxious voice of all, who was attempting to whisper but my sharp hearing was picking it up. "I wonder how fat she's gotten since last year? That hoodie is definitely so that she looks skinnier than she actually is."