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Words Left Unspoken: Bullied!Dancer!Reader

No words escaped (Name)'s lip as she stared at her new classmates before her. Her eyes fluttering over the room as her hands worked slowly and smoothly. The translator, her sister: Orchid, spoke for the both of them. The teacher only nodded before telling them where to sit. (Name) was placed in the back and her sister far from her. They thought this school would be different, unfortunately they were wrong.

From that day on (Name) was bullied by others in the school. Day in. Day out. It was a hell-hole. She was verbally and physically bullied as her sister manage to pass through the days, scratch free. (Name) was at the bottom of the popularity pit while her sister flew in the middle, under the radar. (Name) as much as she would love to scream and yell for help, her words could not escape her. After two years of her personal hell in middle school she was met with a worse problem of the local high school. The school she would attend would bring together the four middle schools from the area, bringing more threats on it.

The four schools had all become rivals since their creation. This tension caused by the rivalry lead to turf wars and even worse consequences for the victims of bullying. Though their hatred were strong for each other, occasionally a student was hated by all four that it united them in a sense. Unfortunately (Name) was one of the unlucky few.

(Name) kept quiet and to herself. She made sure to sit in the back of the class and closes to the door. She was the last to arrive to class on time and the first to leave. She avoid the student population like the plague. She arrived early to school and left the latest, even if it meant hiding in the vents to avoid students and faculty. Though many of the teachers knew of the situation (Name) was in, they couldn't do to much without a lawsuit from a student's parent over "unfair favoritism towards a student" as some of the parents had threatened. The staff did what they could and so did the principal.

It was a normal day for (Name) as she walked in the classroom, moments before the bell would ring. She took her seat in the back corner, where the nearest student was two rows up and over. She was completely isolated. The bell rang and the lesson started. As the lesson wrapped up before the bell rang, students murmured gossip to one another and caught glances of (Name) packing her things. She had nothing to say, she never did. The bell rang and (Name) booked it down the hall and into one of the bathrooms by her next class. She would hid in the small back stall until it would be absolutely necessary to leave. It was then when she would occasionally get caught by some of the students. Weather she would be yelled at them of have a punch thrown her way, she was numb to it all. The pain had dulled years ago and the words would go into one ear and out the other.

The pain was not caused by the student population alone. She had been dealt all the wrong cards when she was a child, and she suffered through thick and thin with her sister up to now. The pain meant nothing to her but she was truly worried about her sister. She could take the abuse but her sister was as delicate as her name. (Name) was caused the most grief when her sister broke.

(Name) went through the rest of her day, as norm as it was for her. A few scrapes and bruises and a dictionary load worth of insults. She never spoke to anyone inside the school, teachers nor students but it changed when she left to go to work. She worked at a local Shop-n'-Show, the Velvet Wings. It was an exclusive bar/theater/shop. (Name) worked as one of the performers, which she had kept a secret for years. She was of the legal age of 17 to work there, though she was paid under the table to work as a server and mixologist for years before. She had been there since she was 8. She knew every routine, song, item, menu and drink by heart. She loved the Birds, the name for the performers, the most. She had dreamed for years of joining their elite rank and now she had. It was the only thing that brought her joy.

(Name) rushed to the top of the Velvet Wings, where she and her sister lived. It was a microscopic apartment. Her sister and her had moved there at age 12 to escape their wretched abusers. Her sister was their laying on the mattress on the floor.