No one ever knows,
What pain I've gone through.
~~~
"Mrs. Waters' okay with us being friends." Violet sighed in relief. "Thank God, now I don't have to feel guilty for disobeying her."
"Same here, I felt bad for making my mom angry like that." Quinn said. "But she said it was the least I could do, since you've never had many friends before."
He didn't dare mention or ask about her life in Paris before moving here. If she's ready to tell me, she'll tell me. She's probably not ready to talk about it yet.
"How are your classes going so far?" Quinn asked. "Surely, the school system must be different from the ones in France."
"It's going okay, I guess." She replied. "I went to an international school in first year in high school to prepare for this."
"Ah, so you were preparing for the move ever since last year, huh? Must have been harsh."
"I don't regret it though." She admitted. "It was harder than it was in my regular school... but my parents helped me get through it."
She hesitated. Something did happen in her past, most likely with her family.
"Violet—"
"I-I'm heading back, you coming?" She stood up. "N-Next period's starting soon."
"I think I'll stay here for a bit."
"Okay," Violet said, confused, but shrugged and left the roof.
What could have possibly happened to her that would have made her feel down just by mentioning it? He thought, lying down on the floor. Violet hated when he did that because she didn't want his uniform to get dirty, and he would always mock her jokingly when she told him to sit back up.
Was she abandoned by them? Had she not seen them a lot in her childhood? Did she not ever meet them at all?
He barely paid any attention to his surroundings when he walked down the hallways towards his next class, nearly bumping into walls and other students.
"Hey, have you heard of the new transfer student in the second year class?"
"Who?"
"You know, brown hair, blue eyes, really pretty-"
"Oh yeah! The former teen model, right?"
"It's too bad she stopped so soon, she was already getting so popular around France, it only would have been a matter of time until she gets famous around the world."
"It's such a shame, but I still can't believe someone like Violet came to our school."
Quinn stopped in his tracks. Running through the first year hallway he had passed not too long ago, he searched for the owner of the voice.
"You! What did you just say about a transfer student?"
"M-Me?" She asked afraid, Quinn suddenly grabbing her shoulders.
"Yes. Violet. Violet Lapointe."
"V-Violet Lapointe?"
"Yeah! Brown hair, blue eyes, like you said. She's in my homeroom."
"I-I think you must be mistaken. It's not Lapointe, but Chatelain."
"Huh?"
"Sh-She was a popular teen model in France, mostly Paris. Until she stopped and moved here."
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Masks
RomanceTW: abuse Throwing her entire past away, she moves to a new town at an attempt to start anew. No one could understand just what was he thinking, but he figured that it was for the best. What people can't see behind the barriers, are the scars of t...
