The Unloved One

Prologue

Not Necessary
You may skip to the first chapter if you like.

A/N: I would just like to say, "Welcome to The Unloved One."

This little prologue is just a peek of the freak show's life before our new boy steps into her strange world.

Enjoy ❤️

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"Stupid child."

The old lady had muttered these two words before she stood up from the seat beside me and walked off the bus.

I wanted to apologize and politely correct her mistake by telling her I was not a child, but a teenager in high school.

And I've also worked hard to keep my grades between an A and a B, so the word 'stupid' wouldn't be quite right.

But she chose those words without knowing, so it's fine.

Maybe I should've complimented her bright eyes instead of her beautiful wrinkly skin.

I wasn't lying when I told her, "Excuse me, ma'am. I would just like to say how wonderful your wrinkly complexion looks."

And each word was the truth. In all honesty, it made her look soft and wise.

Sadly, she must've seen it as an insult.

I let out a sigh and stare out the window, when the bus finally comes to a stop. I stand up from my seat and walk down the aisle, before sending the bus driver a smile. "Thank you, Rob."

He smiles in return. "No problem, dear."

I wave the rest of the passengers goodbye. Today the only person who waved back was a small boy with a lollipop in his hand.

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Lunch seem to come by quickly today, which is quite sad for me since I wanted more time in art class this morning.

With a pile of gray mashed potatoes covered in orange gravy on my tray, I search for a table to sit at.

I find myself taking a seat at an empty table by the windows.

     After a few minutes of forcing myself to chew and swallow the food, bags are placed on the table.

     And soon, the once empty seats are now taken by the girls that enjoy calling me-

     "The freak show is sitting in my spot," a girl scoffs.

     "I got it," a familiar voice responds.

     After a few seconds, a hand slams loudly onto the table, right beside my food, startling me in the process.

     "Sorry, Little B, but your taking my friend's seat," she says by my ear, her voice quiet and threatening. "So get up before your mashed potatoes end up in your pretty hair."

     I only manage to nod my head and stand up from the seat with the tray of food in my hands. "I'm sorry."

     She lets out a sigh. "Of course you are."

     I've managed to eat the rest of my food by the trash bins. A few people came by to throw out their trays, and I gave a smile to each one of them.