A Much Needed Hero

Chapter 1: Outcast

[Zelda]

    A hot tear traced it's way down Zelda's cheek, the only indication of her internal heartache.

    "Her hair is always a mess, it's like she doesn't even care about her appearance," said a pretty girl a few lockers down continuing the conversation she and her friend had been having.

    "Plus she acts like she knows better than everyone else." The friend contributed, unaware that the subject of their hurtful gossip was steps away listening to every word. "It's no wonder she doesn't have any friends."

    Zelda's heart squeezed, that last comment had struck home. The girls weren't wrong about her not having friends but their reasoning was wrong. She didn't have friends due to Ganondorf and his cronies bullying. He constantly was spreading rumors, making fun of her appearance, and discouraging others from associating with her. Therefore, it came as no shock to Zelda that the gossiping girls next to her believed Ganondorf's lies, but that didn't stop the words from hurting.

    The starting bell's shrill ring rang over the speakers. Zelda took the opportunity to gather the remainder of her things, and head to her first hour class, history. A slight smile ghosted over her lips, she loved learning and found a comfort in gathering wisdom and knowledge. Zelda had learned over the last three years that people can be cruel, but knowledge is steady and unchanging. It had been her friend when she had had no others, and that's why, despite her better judgement, she smiled as she entered the classroom.

    Zelda walked to the back corner of the room and slid into her desk. If she'd been able to pick her seat she would've been in the front row dead center. It was the ideal spot. She was the closest to the board which allowed her to learn better, and close enough to the teacher to discourage bullies.

    "Why are you smiling?"

    Zelda's smile faltered, her gaze lifting upwards.

Nabaroo's cruel yet pretty face assaulted her eyes. "I asked you a question."

     "I wasn't smiling." Zelda cast her eyes down.

    "Are you suggesting I'm lying?"

    "No that would be absurd." Zelda kept her gaze focused downwards, her hands fidgeting under the desk. "I'm sorry."

    "Look at me."

    "Um.. what?"

    "Look. At. Me."

    Zelda gulped, and looked up. Nabooru smiled. "That's better. There are those ugly, small green eyes that no one will ever fall in love with."

    "Well physical beauty isn't the only thing that makes a person attractive."

    Nabooru snorted. "Sure, that's what ugly people, like you, tell themselves. The truth is that no one will ever like you. Your personality is blah and your beauty is nonexistent." Nabooru patted Zelda's cheek, her lip pouted with false sympathy. "You'll forever be alone."

    Zelda bit her tongue, refusing to respond to Nabooru's words. She was only saying those things to get a reaction out of her, and Zelda would not give her that. Instead she retrieved her notebook and started writing,

    "I'm not done talking to you." Nabooru slammed her hand down onto Zelda's page.

    Zelda ignored her and just wrote around her hand. She wasn't exactly sure what she was writing, but her mind and hand were being kept busy. That's what mattered.

    The tardy bell rang and their teacher Mr. Robbie called for the class to take their seats. Nabooru growled in frustration and took her seat to the right of Zelda.