Sweet & Salty Journey

Chapter 1-School Luck?

It'll start with how they met.
Hope you all enjoy!
If not well gomen (sorry) y perdóname (and forgive me) aber keine änderungen (but no changes)
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~3rd POV~
Weeping laid a rather plump child.
A girl not so different from many but born with such a tender heart that even the meanest of comments would hurt her. If not physically mentally yet she'd still stand her ground and smile on. No one seem to help her even if they could tell she was suffering. Then again she is one of the best students in her drama class.

"Miruna! Breakfast is ready!"

Wiping the tears away the girl known as Miruna forced her smile as usual.
"Coming mother!" She replied hopping down the stairs.

"Your father went to work already so I'll drive you to school," Mom spoke muttering about her next client as her Miruna daydreamed of looking like the idols in the world but cringed at the thought of the cons.

Now at school mom gives her a quick peck on the cheek embarassing her on the way to the terrible excuse of a courtyard. In the center of it grew a small greenish brown tree rumored to only grow leaves once. It stood straight in place yet is slowly coming back to life.

Miruna POV
No doubt our agriscience teacher Ms.Mikolaj and drama teacher Mrs.Han's are tending to it or attempting to with other students.

"Hey Miruna have any cakes?" Tristan questions snatching my lunch bag.

Daughter of the principal.

Tristan has chestnut brown hair straightened in a high ponytail with cognac brown eyes and pale ivory skin. Across her entire body are freckles. Her body is undeniably drop dead for. She's the head of the cheerleading squad slept with nearly all of the male seniors despite her being a Freshman.

"Not for you," I reply trying to take it back from her.
"Now now don't be so rude Miruna," another smirked.

Heather a sophomore. Blackish brown curly short hair with honey skin and blue eyes. She rolls her eyes at my box.
It's a Tardis Doctor Who lunch box. I got it as an early birthday present and signed by both Matt Smith and Karen Gillian.

"I bet she does," another snorts out.
Stephanie a junior. Hair dyed purple curled down with forest green eyes and sand skin.

Opening it they dump my lunch on the ground. With the now empty lunch box in my hands I blink a couple times processing what just happened.

"Eat the food off the floor pig"

"As if she'll just call her daddy to bring more"

"Yeah just wait"

The group of minions stomp dirt all over my lunch then walk off.

Sighing I just walk away. Carefully placing my empty lunch box in my locker I sigh again.

Just a few more months.

Just a few more

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As the others ran for lunch I calmly walked out to my locker. Unlocking it I place my books away and take my empty box out.

"Oh look the little pig has her box"

"Did your daddy bring more food for you gluttonous pig?"

"I doubt it"

"By the looks of it you don't need it in fact you shouldn't bother with this," Tristan snatches my empty box.
Tossing it to Heather she smirks.

Slam across the ground they don't stop until its just a scrap bent piece of metal.

Why?

Just why?

Why are they so mean to me?

I never fought.

I've never even hurt anyone.

For Christ sakes I've apologise to poles and walls when I bump into them.
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Lucien POV
Flinching at the familiar sound of metal against flesh I run over towards it armed.

Well soft of.

I have a pair of safety scissors.

"Instead of pig we should call you hog," a familiar voice echoed.
"Clever Tris," Stephanie comments.
I roll my eyes at how they lower my faith in humanity. "Thanks Steph," Tristan replies. I hear the sound of muffle cries something I'm all to familiar with.

"Such a hog," Heather spat. Her face looking down at a cute marshmallow of a girl. The marshmallow crying out for help only to be silenced by a kick to the back then another to her stomach.

Why are they hurting her?

Without realizing it my rage got the hold of me and I had one of the cheerleaders by the throat. Pointing my blade to her neck she begins to beg.

"Pl-Please let go of me," The cheerleader begs.
"Lucien?" Tristan questions.
"Isn't she that girl who's always so quiet?" Heather questions.
"Let go of her you freak!" I flipped Stephanie over at Heather. (Annie Leonhardt moment)

"I've always wanted to stab a cheerleader," I smile darkly my eyes empty as usual.

Tristan frozen in fear snaps out of it once I held my blade to her throat.

"Hurt her again and you'll die," I whisper deadly yet sweet and end it with a giggle as I drop her to the ground.