Rise of the Guardians 2: Pitch's Return (FanFiction)

Chapter Three: You Think Your Mornings Are Bad?

   Abby stood alone at the red stop sign , waiting for the school bus to come, when three boys, all older than her, came trudging in her direction. Two stopped beside her, one behind. They were all snickering and muttering, clearly amused by something.

   This was a normal day for Abby. She would wake up, get fussed at by her foster parents for no reason, maybe even receive a slap to the face, wait at the bus stop for the boys to come, get beat up or simply teased, hop on the bus, more bullying, and, if she's lucky, the worst of her day would be going home with her lunch all over her clothes.

   Going home was a lot better than leaving for her, because neither of her parents were ever there, and they couldn't afford a babysitter, so Abby would be alone for the rest of the day. She even ate dinner and went to bed alone, which wasn't as bad as it seemed.

   The boys at her sides grabbed her shoulders and her forearms, then hauled her to a shed in a random persons' backyard. The boy who had stood behind her slowly approached, an evil grin plastered on his face. He was sickening to look at. His nose was too long, his lips too thin, his vomit-green eyes were far too close together, his light brown freckles were out of control, his forehead was too high, his chin was too short, he had dimples that sunk too far into his face, his sandy blonde hair looked like it'd just come out of a tornado, and he was seriously pale, which was the icing on the cake.

   Abby couldn't get a visual on the other boys because it was dark in the shed, but she knew from memory that they were a lot more attractive than the boy in front of her, which was a shame.

   "What do you say we do this time, huh boys?" Ugly asked. The boys snickered some more and tightened their grip on Abby's arms, making her wince. "Maybe," he said, unzipping her jacket. "we should take it up a notch." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the boys shake his head vigorously. "Come on, Peter," he said. "That's taking it a bit too far. We're bullying her, not trying to get arrested."

   Peter sighed, then zipped her jacket back up. He motioned with his hand for the other two to let her go, which they did. The boys walked off, but Peter stayed put. Abby looked away, trying to focus on anything but his face. Peter laughed and started to walk away. Mid stride, he turned around and planted his fist in Abby's face, and she fell to the ground, her elbows smacking the gravel that made up the floor of the shed. Peter laughed even harder, nearly doubling over, and wobbled out of the shed, shutting the doors as he went and leaving Abby alone.

   Unsure of what she should do, she laid there until she heard the sound of a shotgun being loaded. "If you twerps are in my shed again...!" She recognized the voice just before the shed doors slammed open, and Donald aimed the barrel at her forehead. "Easy, Donald," Abby sighed. "It's just me." Donald relaxed and lowered his gun, then knelt to the ground and helped Abby into a sitting position.

   "Did they get you again?" he asked calmly. She laughed brusquely. "Is it that obvious?" Donald sighed and stroked her hair in a pitiful attempt to comfort her. Abby smiled. Donald was always nice to her, even when she was doing something stupid.

   Her  real parents had been like that before they died.

   Abby let out a final breath before rising, grabbing her backpack, saying goodbye to Donald, and making one final trip to the stop sign where the bus sat all big and demeaning.

   For once in her life, she was actually glad to see it.