The New Girl (Fangle)

Chapter 5: Her Words of Wisdom

I was actually surprised by Chica's change. I didn't even think she liked me. When she talked to Foxy...she just...stared at me...not even acknowledging my existence.

I raised my head and looked at Chica, watching her from behind. She slowly turned her head to me, noticing my curious gaze and smiled. Her pink eyes beamed so bright that I couldn't help but smile back.

But as I looked closer, I saw...something. In her eyes. I couldn't quite place it, it was well hidden.

It made me feel...uncomfortable...like she was staring into my soul...analyzing me...

A shiver came down my spine when someone landed their hands on my shoulder.

"Hey! I asked you a question! Quit dazing off like that!" Marionette said, giggling to herself a bit after.

The odd feeling went away as I relaxed at Mari's touch. "O-oh...sorry..."

Marionette sighed and rolled her eyes playfully, taking her arms away and speeding up next to me.

"Whatever...so anyway..." She leaned closer, giving me a sly look.
"Did you find your high school crush?!"

My face flushed in embarrassment. I felt like I couldn't breathe and began coughing uncontrollably. "N-no! It's only the first day of school...that's so sudden! Besides...I-" I cut myself off, thankful I had stopped what I was about to say. "I don't like anyone..."

Chica's smile turned to a plain blank face. She looked back forward, beginning to make a turn to the locker rooms.

"Aww! You got it bad! You can't even breathe!" Mari laughed. "You gotta tell me! Who is it?!"

I hung my head, trying to hide my blush.

"We're here children." Chica said, stopping in front of a door.

"The trip seemed longer, eh?" Mari said as she opened the door.

Chica shrugged and went in, looking over her shoulder to watch me come in.

I walked in to the locker room and found a small spot to change in. Away from them.

Even though it was only us, I had a body to keep hidden. No matter what gender.

Besides, they'd be disgusted by my horrible shape...

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Once I finished undressing, I went in my bag to get my spare clothes. A memory came over me as I saw them.

Flashback

I whimpered and swung my arms around myself. My whole body felt sticky and wet, so I just held myself tighter.

"Ha! Look at the slut!"

I tried to hold back the tears that threatned to come out. But as always, I couldn't. I was the crybaby.

Everyone began to laugh horribly, calling me names and pointing at me.

As I looked down at the splashed colors of paint on me, I noticed my tears had drained some of the colors away.

Colorful things always made me happy. But it was different now.

I hate paint.

I ran away crying, grabbing my bag with my spare clothes in them and ran to the bathroom.

End of Flashback

I gulped, reconizing the same clothes I wore when the paint got splashed onto me. I shivered, remembering that day.

But it was impossible...after that...I threw them in the garbage...I never wanted to remember that again...

The outfit was a small pink mini-skirt, gray t-shirt, and a black jock jacket that stopped at the middle of my stomach. The shoes were my old black high tops I thought I lost that year.

I saw a white tag attached to my jacket. I curiously took it, seeing that there were words on it written in golden pen.

I read it.

Pretty sure it'll fit you. You seemed to have kept that perfect body of yours.

I'm coming back.

~ Friend

I stared at the letter for a long time, still in shock.

Who the hell was this? How did he or she get my clothes? And when did they get my bag?

A million thoughts ran through my head, making me a bit dizzy.

"Hey."

The voice snapped me back to reality, making me spin around to see Chica, standing there in her pink bra and panties.

I squeak, and shut my eyes, a second later remembering I was in my own bra and panties, so I covered myself with my arms.

"Calm down, we're all girls. Open your eyes stupid." She spat, walking towards me.

I slowly opened my eyes, blushing in embarrassment.

She was in my face now, folding her arms and giving me a small glare.

"Look, I wanna make this quick and simple." She said, leaning closer.

I shivered under her pink, stern gaze, my eyes flickering around the room in my embarrassment.

"Look at me in the eyes and pay attention!" She snapped.

My attention was fully on her now. My fear was the only thing stopping me from looking away.

"Okay, this school isn't safe. At least not for you. If you want to survive, stay away from Foxy. Don't listen to any letters you get, always make sure you're with someone, never leave or go home alone, keep looking back, and keep you're friends close." She finished her final sentence, regaining her breath from everything she had said.

Her eyes were stern, so I could tell she was serious.

"Wha-what do you mean...?" I stuttered, not leaving her gaze.

"Just keep those words in mind. And no matter what, I'll always be here for you." A sweet, innocent smile plastered on her face, as if the stern, angry looking Chica wasn't even there. She giggled shortly after, and waved me a goodbye.

She skipped away, leaving me half naked and scared. But before she left, she turned to me with a smile.

"Oh, and by the way, you really do look good in those clothes!"

Glare: Hi! Cherry had a really good idea in the making of this chapter and I guess I did to. I can't wait to throw our ideas into this story! Thanks for reading and see you later Gooooooooooooooooood Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Cherry: *munches on cookie* Oh! Bye! Hope u enjoyed! Can't wait to begin our idea, I think it rlly is cool! XD