Paper

age 14

June 7th and cosette was more than elated. Today was her 14th birthday and her uncle had decided to let her have a party ( mostly to ridicule her amongst her peers) cosette put on her pearl white dress(that she had sewn herself using the churches machine) and tied her knotted, knee length white hair up using a white lace ribben leaving her cheek bones clearly visible. She stuffed her invitations into her papier mache bag and headed to school.

The cold air of France might have bothered other people but not cosette . she loved the cold breeze pinching at her skin. The sensation of the wind flowing around her,making her dress twirl.it made her feel like paper dancing in the wind ,but today she hadn't the time nor patience to enjoy the cool breeze of France. She had to get to school before classes began.

"Hello monsieur" cosette said when she was finally face to face with her love..staring into his emerald eyes made is much to difficult to speak." Um..." He croaked. She reached into her hand made bag to retrieve a small purple envelope that had his name on it."Ahhh!" a girl screamed before cosette had the chance to hand Francois his invite. Cosette didn't understand why the girl had screamed until she followed the girls gaze towards the end of her pearly white dress.

BLOOD!

Blood was drenched all over the bottom half of cosettes dress and she suddenly had this searing pain in her abdomen. Many girls and boys were now gathered around her with shocked and some fearful expressions." Please help me!" Cosette whimpered slowly walking towards the only prefect she saw in the circle but he back away just before she had made contact with him."witch!" Screamed a small stubby boy with dirty blonde hair." It explains it....how odd she is..the pale skin.. White hair...gray eyes!" Silver a little voice in Cosette's head corrected but she was in to much pain to actually correct the boy." Please.."
"And the eating paper!" A red headed boy who she recognized from the orphanage as jean screamed" she's been eating paper since she was in my orphanage... She draws pictures of food on it and eats it...and her drawings too..horrible things mostly of an ugly worrier thing...girl..with black hair and an eye patch ..disgusting really ...and others of Francois." Cosette didn't dare at Francois at that moment mostly because it hurt to move." And now this!...isn't it obvious.. She's working with Satan.. She's a witch!" The previous blonde said." N No please.. Please help me I'm not a witch... I'm not" she pleaded tears moistening her face.cosette now on her knees pleading crawled towards an 8th grade girl he knew from math class and pleaded with her for help." Get off!" The girl spat slapping cosette across the face sending he crashing onto the floor...surprising no one.

Cosette looked around the circle of children for help clutching her stomach in one hand and her cheek with the other." Please!" She hiccupped through her bawling fits."ple.."
".I say we cut her open to release the demons and sacrifice her soul to God!" Said an oddly familiar voice.. Daggers shot Cosette's heart as she realized that that was the voice of Francois dé ladure. Hot tears began to stream down her face more profusely at that moment. The love of her life had just suggested they cut her open and sacrifice her.just as cosette was about to plead her case when she heard in a though masculine voice." And I say you get to class before I call each and every one of your parents!" The voice Demand firmly...it was her technology teacher. He picked her up bridal-style and carried her to his class were he proceed to hand cosette some gym shorts and a hoodie from the lost and found. Cosette couldn't speak,he stomach still hurt very badly and she was still recovering from her ex loves betrayal.

After she had cleaned up and changed (she was still bleeding and hurt ..she doesn't know why) she walked out of the storage room and into to Mr van douchês office." Sit down cosette." He said gesturing to the empty seat in font of him.cosette sat in the seat and the teacher knelt down in front of her." How long have they been bullying you cosette?" Cosette didn't answer instead she kept her eyes focused on the photo of her teachers wife on his table.. She was very beautiful." Answer me" Mr van douchës calmly said. again no response" answer me!" He fired  a little louder this time causing cosette to jump." 8 years " she mumbled softly tears still streaming down her face." Listen cosette don't worry... You have me now..I'll protect you." For some reason that didn't calm her in fact it was unnerving hearing him say that.before she could register all her thoughts Mr van douchë had put is hand on Cosette's boney thigh." Umm.s sir" she stuttered trying to shift in her seat but her teacher had grabbed her hands.cosette tried to fight him but to no avail seeing that she was lighter than a peace of paper " don't worry mademoiselle...it won't hurt for very long." And with that he pressed his dry lips against hers.