A perfect pair of misfits

Camp

It was a cool, summer. The sunlight lite up the room of a young, quiet nine year old. It was 9:00 o'clock in the morning. "Mom, why do I have to have my hair up?" The little girl asked as her mother brushed her hair.

"So it's not in your way when you start camp, sweetheart. " Her mother said, smiling. The girl sighed quietly. "Ruby, I know you feel about your eye, but it will be fine. "

Ruby.. What a nice nickname, to her mother. "Mom, please, you know I don't like that name. " She said. "(Y/N), please. Try to be happy. "

(Y/N)'s mother said, tying her hair with a hair tie. (Y/N) looked in the mirror. Here is the reason for her nickname.

She was born a birth defect called 'Ruby Sickness' (I made this up. Just go along with it). This cause not only one of her eye, but as well as her tears to be a Ruby Red color.

She walked downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning, Gemstone. " Her father called. (Y/n) smiled. For some reason, she liked that name.

"Good morning, Daddy. " She smiled. (Y/n) looked like both her parents. She had her mother's (h/c) hair and father's (e/c) eyes, well, one of her eyes any way.

As (Y/n) ate, her father grabbed his stuff. "Well, I'm off to work. Bye, honey. " He said, kissing her mother.

"Bye, Gemstone, you have fun. " He said, kissing the top of her head. "Bye, Daddy, see you in a week. " (Y/n) said, waving as her father walked out the door.

"Come, (Y/n). We're going to late. " Her mother said.

As they drove, (Y/n) stared out the window. The car came to stop.

"Come on. " (Y/n)'s mother said. She got out of the car and grabbed her stuff.

She walked with her mother to sign her. (Y/n) looked at all the children.

"Go on, Ruby. You're signed in. " Her mother said, smiling. She hesitated but walked onto the camp grounds.

After having a tour and rules were given, the children were out playing. (Y/n) was by herself, walking around. She looked up from the ground. She saw she was near the dining cabin, which also had the kitchen.

'I am a little hungry. ' She thought. She walked inside, towards the kitchen.

As she got to the doorway, she heard soft humming. She saw a woman. Short blonde hair and a blue sweater. The woman looked over to (Y/n).

"Oh, hello, dear. "  she said, smiling.

"Uh, hi. " (Y/n) said quietly. She walked closer to the woman.

"Do you need something? " The woman asked.

"I was wondering if I could have a small snack. I'm a little hungry. " (Y/n) said.

"Oh, I can't give the campers anything before meals. " The women said. (Y/n) frowned a bit. Then, something was placed in her hand. She looked. It was an apple.

"But they don't won't hurt them. " The woman said, smiling. "Thank you, miss... " (Y/n) paused for a moment.

"Voorhees. Call me Ms. Voorhees. " The woman smiled as she went to making dinner for the camp. As (Y/n) took a bite, she noticed a small boy by Ms. Voorhees. She swallowed the bite before asking,

"Who's that?". Ms. Voorhees turned to the boy.

"Oh, this is Jason. My son. Go say hi, Jason. " she said. Jason walked to (Y/n).

"Hello. " he said.

~Jason's POV~

"Hi. " The girl said. I studied her eyes. They were pretty.

"You're eyes are different colors. " I said.

"Oh, my mom said that I was born with them like that. " She said. I smiled.

"They're pretty. I like the red one. " I said. She looked at me.

"Really?" She asked. I nodded. I turned to my mother.

"Mommy, can we go play?" I asked. "Are you sure, Jason?" she asked. I nodded happily. She smiled. "Go ahead. " she said.

~Pamela's POV~

As Jason and the little girl ran outside, I went back to cooking. She didn't a thing about Jason's deformity.

'Something tells me she's a very special girl. ' I thought to myself.

~The Next Day, reader's POV~

I was outside, playing with Jason. As we played, a group of older kids walked by. Teenagers, I think.

"Got yourself a little girlfriend, you freak. "One yelled, throwing a pebble at Jason. I looked at Jason. He was about to cry. I stood up.

"Hey, you leave my friend alone, you bully. " I said, picking up a good size rock and throwing pretty hard at his head. As it landed, he let out a loud groan in pain and I heard my name being called. I turned to see Ms. Voorhees.

"You two, come with me. " she said with anger in her voice. Jason and I followed her to the dining cabin.

"(Y/n), why did you do that?" Ms. Voorhees asked, crossing her arms.

"Because they called Jason a freak and threw a rock him. " I explained. She sighed.

"Just don't it again. " she said, walking into the kitchen.

"Uh, (Y/n)?" Jason started. I looked at him.

"Do really think me as a friend?" He asked. "Of course. " I smiled. He smiled back.