Walking into school, headphones on, caring too much about what people thought of her. Was a young teen girl aged 14. White hair, black top and jeans. The bell rang as soon as she got into the school. Sighing as she set off for her first class. She knows that it is a short day but she can't help but dread each second she spends in this school.
She walks up to class, pushing through the seemingly endless number of pupils coming from every direction. Stepping into class something feels different. She can't put her finger on it. But something feels different. She sits down at her desk and slides her headphones down around her neck.
This feeling, nagging at her. A wave of uncomfortableness washed over her. She didn't want to wear the clothes she was wearing. She didn't like her long hair. She started shaking, a lot. Her teacher picked up on this and went over to her.
"Sophia, are you alright?" He asked kneeling down to her level.
That stung Sophia. The name. It hurt so much. But she didn't know why. She wanted to die, she felt so uncomfortable. She asked if she could go to the bathroom. She was allowed.
Sophia got to the single toilet and locked the door. She slumped down against the wall, curled up into a ball and stared crying.
She got out her phone to text her girlfriend. She helped her with anything. Anxiety, depression and she has convinced her not to commit suicide multiple times. She couldn't even type properly. But she got there in the end. She replied almost instantly. She called her instead of text because Sophia could barely type.
"H-hey.. C-calli... I need help... please." Sophia said voice trembling and hands shaking.
"What's up." Calli replied worried
"I don't f-feel, right... I don't feel right..." she said her voice drifting off into thought.
"Sophia? Ar.." She said before Sophia hung up on her. That name... she hated it.
She started to wipe her tears as there was a knock on the door. She finished and washed her face. She opened the door. To see a man. Standing right in front her. He said a word and everything went black.
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Foxtails
FantasyA teen, who had never fit in. Now has a place where they're accepted at least by most. Now they find out more about their past and why they never felt quite right.
