Sunrise

Taunting(280)

"Hello! Why aren't just the cutest thing! Do you have a name sweetheart."

Really? Renesmee's mind whispered. Doesn't everyone have a name? The overly excited lady that stood in front of Renesmee was a little on the plump side. With her bright orange hair, that still smelled like bleach hair dye from the week before, and her unattractive pink lipstick that stuck to her teeth, it was hard for her to believe that this women was supposed to be filling her mind with knowledge for the next year.

"Its okay to be shy honey. Everyone is on their first day. My name is Miss Lani." Clearly Miss Lani had mistaken Renesmee's small form to mean her brain was also a little small.

"My name is Renesmee."

"Oh well that's lovely dear... um do you have a nickname or anything else someone calls you by?"

Nessie's lip quirked at the lady. It was obvious that she was struggling to find a way to not offend the little girl in front of her. Miss Lani had been teaching for a very long time and she'd come across a few name that struck her uncommon but never had she heard something as peculiar as this one.

And from the way the girl in front of her stared she knew she had not been the first to think the name to be so absurd.

"My family calls me Nessie." Renesmee decided that this was better than having everyone around her messing up her name, which irritated her to the utmost, and if she couldn't control the fact that she had to be here than she would certainly control how people around would call her.

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The young boy sighed in frustration for the fifth time since sitting down at the round blue table. It didn't matter how many times he asked nicely, or how many times he phrased it Rachel just wouldn't stop swinging her feet wildly around. She was so excited about being at school that she literally couldn't contain herself.

Rachel was content to sit there and scribble across the pink construction paper with her yellow crayon, the two were her favorite colors. Back at home there was never enough crayons to go around, and the single ones that she did managed to find scattered around the floor were always broken and dull. Rachel was excited that she'd finally had all the crayons her heart could want and the fact that she didn't have to share a box was just the cherry on top.

And it was that excitement that caused her feet to swing wild, and she did apologize profusely every time she kicked Cameron under the table. But she knew he wasn't really angry with her. Because it wasn't the crayons in front Rachel that made her feet swing, it was just who she was as a person and her twin couldn't fault her for that.

He hadn't seen Rachel smile this much since they'd both saved up enough quarters, dimes, and nickels to get ice cream from the dinner down the road from their home.

So this time when her feet lurched at him underneath the table he didn't even glance up from the gamestop screen in his hand. He was just happy that his sister wasn't sad anymore, and to him that price was worth any kind of pain.

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"Why is she looking at that?"

"My mommy says that those are to grown up for me."

"She's so silly. Why would she look at that when there are pretty dollies everywhere?!"

Sasha pouted for what must've been the hundreds time today. She could hear what everyone was saying about her, and it didn't make her feel good. Apparently the great words of Harry Potter wasn't appreciated by her classmates. She wished and could turn down her hearing.

Because to her it seemed like she heard what others around her couldn't. Including birds outside in the tree tops, and the drip of faucet still running in the boys bathroom. She also heard the bad words Miss. Lani was whispering in the backroom as she struggled with some heavy paint.

Yeah, her ears were different that most peoples. At first she was worried that she was a freak. Having saw the word in the dictionary, and seeing how it matched her to the T.

Freak- 2. a person with an unusual physical or mental abnormality.

Everything about her screamed abnormal. All the way from her impeccable ears to her outstanding mind. A mind that could withstand Harry Potter for hours. She couldn't forget to count her skin, being forced to stay out of the public's eye on extremely sunny days was no fun for a seven year old.

Sasha had learned early on that if you wanted to fit in you has to do things differently than people. And that didn't make her a freak, it made her unique.

Unique- 1. being one of its kind; unlike anything else.

She made her way over to the blue table, they seem nice.

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The little phone in her pocket buzzed as she stepped on to the pavement. Jazzett already knew it was her daddy calling and chose to ignore it. Her mother had probably called him spewing lies about how she wouldn't let her help this morning while trying to get ready for school, and she knew when her father picked her up later he would have questions.

Wether or not she was going to truth... well that's the real mystery. Because her mind already knew was that if she told the truth her mom would get an ouch. But if she lied her daddy would spank her bottom until it was red for being disobediencet.

There was no one there to greet her at the door so she wandered in without instruction. A smirk fell in place on her lips when she saw that this place was no different than the movies she saw on tv. There were cliches everywhere.

You had the bratty pinked out girls over by the doll houses, and it looked like you absolutely had to have pink something on before you could play with them. Even the table they were sitting at was pink.

Then there was the gamers at the orange table, the bookworms at the yellow table, shy yet also welcoming kids at the purple table, and finally the tough trouble kids, that anyone could tell like making messes, at the red table.

Jazzett didn't want to sit with any of these children because they all seemed rather stuck in their ways. Anything that was considered different from the clique was not prohibited. Making her way to the blue table she thought, here we go.