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Mercy : I

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Sierra was weird. She looked very anxious all the time, stumbled over her words, corrected herself-

I just realized that I was a lot like Sierra. I could barely speak English, but then again, it was my second language. Scots Gaelic was my first. My father never spoke it, so it made him slightly irritated when Mom taught me it. But whatever, I have a Scottish accent that everyone was jealous of, and-

I'm bragging again. Brant tells me I do that a lot. I don't mean to, I just... I don't know. I don't see things like other people do. I never really have. I don't learn like other people, either. So everything comes a little harder to me, until the teacher explains it in a different way, then I get it almost immediately. My brain is weird.

Which is why I started a youtube channel. I'm sorry, I get off track a lot. I think I have ADHD but my father never takes me to the doctor to find out.

Anyways, back to youtube. My name is weird, and I put it down as my youtube username - before I knew about Dan and Phil - and it now looks like I am a Phangirl. Which I am, but I wasn't when I made the username. But whatever. Let's just hope I don't meet Dan and Phil. No, let's hope I do. They're currently my favorite youtubers, and I am going on tour in London in a few weeks... and I'm off topic again. Anyways, on youtube I started singing, my first video was an original song called Dying.

"Mercy," a voice called, and an arm slung around my shoulders. I shrieked, slapping Darien slightly, laughing. Sierra watched us, confusion in her eyes.

"Sierra, this is my boyfriend, Darien. Darien, my new friend, Sierra," I smiled.

"Pleasure to meet you," Sierra said, her head ducking. She fidgeted with her hands. The first bell rang, making her flinch.

"Chill," I told her. "It's just the bell. It means that we should be heading to class." Sierra nodded. Darien pressed a kiss to the side of my head and jogged down the hall. I started to drag Sierra down the hall again, leading her into Mrs. Killen's class. Despite the name, she was actually pretty nice.

"Mercy," she greeted me. "And this must be our new student, Sierra. Don't worry, I won't make you tell about yourself." Sierra looked a bit confused, but maybe that was just her natural expression. What's my natural expression? Probably RBF. Definitely RBF.

Sierra headed to the back of the class, the desk in the darkest corner. Okay, that says a lot about her. Only socially anxious people sit in the darkest fucking corner of the room. Yes I swear, fight me voices.

She pulled out- was that a feather pen?! The fuck?!

She's probably a murderer. Only murderers, psychos and children have feather pens, said the voice that sounded strangely like... I don't know. A mix between Dean Winchester, Dan and Phil, and Castiel.

Anyways... she messed with the feather, glancing at me. Shit, I hadn't taken a seat yet! I sat next to Sierra, the other annoying ass voice in the back of my head bugging me about it. Sierra bit her lip, reaching into her backpack and grabbing some papers. The feather pen appeared to be straight from a seagull. She jumped again as the second bell rang.

"Welcome back from Summer, class," Mrs. Killen said. "We have a new student; Sierra Fish." A few chuckles rose at the last name, one that I myself had found strange. "Settle down," Mrs. Killen scolded. "Let's start with our Summer reading books. How many kids have finished their books? Every one of you should be raising your hands."

Twenty hands (including mine) shot up, Sierra sliding down in her seat.

"How many people have read two?" A few hands went down, but not mine. "Three?" A few more hands disappeared, mine still remaining up. "Four." Mrs. Killen kept going until fifteen, where two hands remained up.

"Mercy, Callie, you've read fifteen books over Summer break?" Mrs. Killen asked. I nodded.

"Yes," I answered, not wanting to talk about the books I've read. Callie must've nodded or something, 'cause she didn't say anything and I couldn't see her from the back of the class.

Luckily, Mrs. Killen didn't dwell on it. "I know most of you know this drill, but I'll explain it again. Once a month, I'll do this routine. Whoever ends up reading the most books gets a prize, normally stuffed animals or a book. Mercy, Callie, would you like to come up and get your prize?"

Callie stepped up, grabbing a somewhat large elephant. Mrs. Killen glanced at me, a question in her eyes. Are you coming? I didn't really want a stuffed animal or a book, just chocolate. And to go to fucking London already. I really wanted to meet Dan and Phil. I went up anyways. I grabbed the golden lion sitting atop of Mrs. Killen's prize table, one of the ears pointing the wrong way and the tail missing. I felt I greatly related to this golden lion; I was fucked up, too.

"And like everyone else when you first came into my class, Sierra, would you like something from the table?" Sierra shook her head, causing a couple gasps. Mrs. Killen was highly adored by the students, and not one person had refused a chance to get a prize, whether they wanted it or not.

Sierra's cheeks went red again. Is that like some kind of defence mechanism for her? Probably. Who knows? All I know is that I really wanted to grab a stuffed animal and throw it at her face. Brant said I was violent. Now I realize he was correct. Stupid hoe.

Anyways (again), Sierra apparently felt pressured, seeing as she stood and shuffled over to the table, grabbing a mermaid plushie and rushing back to her seat. I guess she just grabbed the first thing she felt, 'cause she looked down and looked a bit surprised, almost like she wanted to laugh.

The plushie was a dark skinned woman, her hair and glass eyes dark. Her tail was a bright shimmering green, and if the light hit it just right, it turned blue. Nice. Dunno why she found it funny, though. Also, wow, Mercy, great way to ruin your amazing describing skills. Thanks for getting sarcastic at the end.