Prologue
My locker slammed shut, almost capturing my fingers between it. I turn to the person who shut my locker with wide eyes. Zachary stood there with an evil grin. “Hey Sols.” He sneered.
“Don’t call me that…” I mumble, pulling down the sleeves of my grey hoodie over my fists.
“Oh? Why? Is it what mommy had called you?” He mocked.
I stayed silent, not looking at him in the eyes and lowering my head. I kept repeating in my head, over and over again that he wasn’t worth it. “What? Is something the matter? Are ya’ mute?”
“No.” I croaked out.
He held my chin, forcing my green eyes to look into his. Those deep, green, emotionless eyes. Forever staying empty and sad. “What? I ain’t got all day. Now you,” He poked my forehead, making me cross my eyes for a second. “Need to get this,” He shoved a folder into my arms. “And bring it back to me tomorrow with all the correct answers.”
“But I…”
“I don’t care if your not that smart. At least make most of my answers correct.” He flicked my forehead.
I felt my bottled up anger inside of me start to seep through and the words flew out my mouth before I could even stop them. “Don’t do that you a-hole.”
Zach laughed loudly at my pathetic attempt to defend myself. “What? This?” He flicked my forehead again. “I can do this anytime I want and however I want. Got that?” He said as he continues flicking my forehead.
The flicking became harsh and I punched him square in the face, making sure I used my knuckles. He staggered back a bit holding his nose and I could see a bit of blood seep through his fingers. He took off his hands, looking at them before turning to me with fiery eyes, slamming me against my locker with his blood free hand pulling my hoodie up.
“Why you little-”
“Don’t.” Someone cut him off. Everyone in the crowd that I hadn’t noticed had formed looked at who interrupted Zachary and there was one of the new kids in school. He had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was looking at me with curiosity and concern before looking at Zach blankly. “A piece of pathetic trash like her isn’t worth wasting strength on.”
Ouch.
Zachary stared at him with furious eyes before they relaxed and turned back to me. He shoved me to the floor, walking away from the scene as the crowd of people departed. I shook my aching fist as I bent down to pick up the folder Zach had shoved to me. There were scattered papers all over the floor. I read one of the pages and sighed.
Of course it would be math, the one and only subject that everyone hated the most. He’s just lucky I actually like math and have a good grade in it. I mean, I have good grades in every subject but math is my best.
I continue to pick up the papers until someone decided to help me. I looked up at who it was to see the guy from earlier picking up the rest of the papers and handing them to me. I take the papers as we slowly stood up, his hand still on the papers. We gazed at each other for a while before he spoke up. “You know, you can give me the folder of you’re already busy with a lot of homework. I have a good grade in Math.”
I shook my head pulling the papers to me. “It’s fine. Really. Math is my best subject ever since it was first introduced to me.” I smiled lazily.
He cocked his head at me curiously. “Are you sure? That’s a lot of paperwork Solitaria. And I don’t think anyone else would offer to help you.”
“Considering this is my life for the past six years and that the school year is nearly ending, this is practically normal for me and I learned not to trust people other than my family.” I calmly said, tugging at the papers forcefully and putting it in the folder as I walked away.
A hand grabbed my arm, forcefully stopping me from walking away. I sighed but didn’t look back, I waited for what he was about to say. “Maybe you did go through a lot of stuff for the past six years. But that doesn’t give you the right to shut everyone out of your life. There are still people out there who would want to be friends with you and can relate to your situation.” He said with a bit of anger in his tone.
My head snapped back at him so fast that I’m surprised it hadn’t broke. “Oh, so does that mean you would want to be friends with me? You can relate to my situation?” I ask, my voice low. “Did your mother die in a shipwreck? Did your father commit suicide a few weeks later, not caring whether or not his nine year old daughter would survive this- this… this cruel world?” I snap at him, pulling my arm out of his grasp and slowly walking towards him.
“My own father didn’t bother to check on how I was coping with my mother’s death within those weeks and just suddenly decides to slice his throat right in front of his nine year old daughter. What kind of living creature does that?” I say, a tear falling down my cheek and I wipe it away at the back of my hand.
“Apparently a human being.” He said.
I tried to suppress a smile, but being the easily cheered up person I am, the tips of my mouth quirked up and a giggle escaped my lips. It soon turned into a laugh when I imagined the guy as some scientist saying that in a serious tone and on a podium in front of billions of people and everyone nodding their heads. Call me crazy, but I laugh at almost everything.
The guy had an amused smile on his face and I cover my face still laughing. “I’m… I’m sorry, you must think I’m very bipolar or crazy or whatever you think of me right now, but I’m honestly an easily cheered up person and find almost everything funny in every possible way.” I said and finally calmed down a bit, putting a frown on my face because this is no laughing matter.
“But I was very traumatized and I still am. I’m practically scared of a human being now and I don’t need, nor do I want to have a friend.” I said softly, staring down at the floor.
“I understand.”
I look up at him with wide eyes. “You understand?” I repeat.
“Yes. I understand that when your mother died and your father committed suicide, you realized what love could do to you and you ended up being scared of falling in love one day and being hurt by that person so you decide to block everyone out and use the fact that your father died before your eyes as an excuse that you’re scared of people which isn’t true, or else you wouldn’t have punched someone.” He said as if he was summarizing my life.
“N-no one has ever understood me… Wait, no. That’s not true.” I look up at him, lying through my teeth.
He put a hand on my shoulder. “You know it’s true. But if ever you need help, I’m usually at the library.”
At that, he walked away. He didn’t even tell me his name. Maybe I should befriend someone who loves gossip and ask her the name of the new kid with blonde hair and brown eyes… With that I was left thinking about him, as I made my way to the cafeteria to eat while doing Zachary’s homework.
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That Girl No One Understands
Historia Corta"No one has ever understood me..." Solitaria Cross is a shy girl. She's religious, smart, and lovable. Her family loves her, she the perfect granddaughter, and niece. But she has no friends, she has no parents. Her mother died in a shipwreck, her fa...
