3rd Person POV
Chae-rin ties her jet black hair into a ponytail and takes a last look in the mirror.
"You looks so pretty, I envy you Park Chae-rin" She compliments herself with the final touch of her black-framed glasses framing her hazel eyes.
She hears her mother entering the house from her shift.
"Alisha, there are only a few minutes until your bus arrives".
Chae-rin hastily picks up her bag and her sketchbook.
Her sketchbook was her prized possession, it was filled with designs of clothing created from her creative mind, she would always sit at a place where she felt inspired, she would inhale all of that and exhale a design that leaves her satisfied.
She runs towards the door, not missing a hug from her tired mother, Suddenly she stops and turns around.
"How's Mrs Brown she had fall yesterday?"
"Don't worry about my work, you need to get a wriggle on" She said wearily.
Chae-rin's POV
I step into the bus, hesitant, like entering a lion's den, my eyes meet the crowded bus of high school teenagers enjoying their usual trip.
I took my favourite seat which was always available in the back corner. Everyone was immersed in their devices or socially interacting with their friends apart from me who was absorbed in observing everyone.
Chelsea. A grade 9 student, who seems to know people on the bus pretty well, She is always yelling to one end to another and always laughing. She's such a loudmouth.
"Oh my goodness, look at this weirdo, she always stares at us" Chelsea announces
I look directly into her emerald green eyes.
She is such an outspoken and confident, Chelsea will become a great politician one day.
I always acknowledge the goodness or the strengths of an individual.
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Whilst everyone was happily entertained, Alisha was enjoying the inside beauty of each individual in that bus.
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Short chapter, probably because this a shirt story, I may add a twist in this to make the story than what I intended to.
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A bullies Sorrow- Lalisa Manoban
FanfictionBeing young is hard. Some are locked in a cage. Some are free birds. Those who are locked rebel to fight and win, just to be fly like those other birds. It's the new side of bullying.
