~ Spoby one shots ~

Spence312 is online

Spencer Hastings is a 17 year old student at Rosewood high school. She's been living here forever. Just a quiet little town, everyone knows each other pretty well, but unfortunately, Spencer is not one of the most appreciated persons. She doesn't know why but, people at school rejects her, she's not even bad looking: she's got a body that most girls want to have and eyes to die for.
When she was in middle school, she had some friends but they all moved away, one in Canada, two in England and one in Brazil. Now she was all alone. At first, people were at least talking to her hut now, they weren't even looking at her. She was considered as "the nerdy one", she always was actually but that never bothered them until now. Maybe that's because her best friend was very popular back then ?
Now she's just the girl that reads in a corner of the library when it's lunch time. 
You may think "poor girl, she must be suicidal" but fortunately she isn't. Because she's better than this. She knows that someday maybe, someone will appreciate her for who she is, just like her friends did.

To keep her mind off things, Spencer spends most of her time on her computer and reading. She reads, watch a movie or a Tv episode and then writes reviews on a website she created.
That day, she decided to write a poem 'cause she just felt like it: "no one is going to read it anyway" she thought.

(A/N: i don't write poems so i prefer not putting anything. You can imagine it or just think that it's something cool and beautiful. If i find one i'll put it in the chapter :) )

She wrote something short, something that meant a lot to her: basically telling a story in a few verses. Just beautiful.
Usually, when she posts something, her "old" friends comment some heart to tell that "i agree with you ❤" but she knows that they don't know what's she talking about and it's just to comment something and make her happy. They were really nice to her even though they weren't here with her and that always made her smile.
But that day, when she posted the poem, she got a comment from an unknown user. Not anonymous but, she didn't recognize the pseudo at all.
The comment was saying
" I usually totally agree with your comments and criticism on the movies and stuff but now i have to make one. You have to keep writing! This is truly amazing "
She kept reading the comment over and over again.
She couldn't believe that someone was actually thinking this. "It's a prank" she thought "someone from school" but no, a real person was actually reading and liking what she said.
She wasn't sure what to think, she was curious: who what this person ? Was she real ?
She messaged him:her back -in private this time-
Spence312: sarcasm is something that i love using but what you're doing is just mean
TCav119: i'm sorry if i offended you but i was not being sarcastic. I really like your posts. The one you wrote last night about French culture was really interesting, i love France as well.
Spence312: yeah right. Who told you this ? Noel Kahn maybe ? Or this bitch Regina ? Anyway, really funny.
TCav119: Non mais vraiment je te trouve vraiment interessante. Je n'avais juste pas laissé de commentaire pensant que tu ne répondrais pas (translation: No i really DO find you interesting. I just never left any comment thinking you would not answer me)
Spence312: Wait, you speak French ?
TCav119: Now you believe me when i say that i'm a real person and not some prank ?
Spence312: Sorry I'm not used to the fact of someone being nice to me.
TCav119: People don't know what they are missing ;) I gotta go but i hope to hear from you soon.
TCav119 left the lobby

She closed her computer and smiled. The feeling is nice. Nice to talk to someone just because you're interested in the same things. She didn't think too much about it because it could be just a one time thing, she could never hear from the guy/girl ever again. Or she could just ask him/her his/her phone number or something.
"No. " She thought. "You don't even know the person, you literally chatted with her/him for 5 minutes"
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The next day started out pretty great for her: she woke up on time and not tired, found her clothes immediately and the sun was shining.
Unfortunately, this was just another usual day, but when she arrived the other students had prepared a little surprise for her...
At 8, she opened her locker and blue paint fell on all of her clothes. Her stuff was ruined, and her self confidence started to get ruined as well. She was sick of this, sick of being treated like shit because of some labels they decided to put on her.
She immediately left school, leaving all of her stuff behind and the students laughing.
She walked herself home, wet from the paint and started crying.
It's not like she cared about other people opinion but it's good to have someone WITH you sometimes...
She opened the door and met with a very surprised Veronica.
- Spencer? What are you do-
- Don't want to talk about it. I'm just gonna go take a long shower now. Call this idiot school to say i'm not going today please.
She went upstairs and carefully put her clothes in a separated plastic bag that she'll wash later.