playdead

Chapter Four

Steps echoed through the halls, as well as laughter and talking from hundreds of students.

Belle Twain walked amongst the students. She hates it.

Belle sighed.

Not only is she made a clown in class and in school, but she doesn't have any friends. She just walks around the school, mindlessly, being told what to do and doing so.

She was really smart though. She's gotten 3 honor rolls in a row in school. She gets straight A's and doesn't need to worry about the reputations she has with the teachers.

Belle wonders if that's why people push themselves away from her. Is she too much, or too little?

She honestly didn't care. But when it comes to doing something with another person, she asked if she could do it herself. There's no way she was going to ask anyone to work on a project with her, and get embarrassed to the fact that they probably would rather lull themselves then isolate their public reputation with her.

"You okay?"

A voice emerged from the side of Belle. A boy, the same height of her, coal black hair and brown eyes, walked next to her and looked at her.

"What?"
"...Are you okay? I asked. Uh, I just saw your face. You seemed sad." He said.
"Oh. Is that so." Belle said under her breath.
"My name is Simon, by the way." Simon said quickly.
"I've heard of you before. You're the one who was called a 'parent-less freak' by Patrick Hothstetter. Am I correct?" She said.
"...Uh...yeah." Simon said slowly. She obviously did something wrong.
"No, no! I was just, y'know, saying that's what he said..." Belle wanted to run and hide. She wanted to die.
"Don't worry...I was just surprised, I haven't heard that name in so long." Simon said, and he chuckled. "If you want, you can sit with me at lunch."
"Sure...yeah." Belle said. She smiled.

She was probably so deprived of human interaction she didn't know how to respond to Simon. He was a good and nice person. He treated Belle like an actual human being. Which was very surprising to her.

Belle and Simon walked to the lunch room just talking. It was just a matter of time before he would probably forget her.

"If you don't mind me asking...why do you have a cast?" Simon asked.

Belle indeed, had a cast on her right arm. It went from her hand to just above her elbow. She typically held her books and other items with that arm too.

"Oh...I uh, it was a gymnastics mistake." Belle said. It was a lie. But telling Simon the truth of what happened would make him weirded out.

"You do gymnastics? Awesome...I'm not really, you know, athletic. So." Simon said.
"Yeah, I see what you mean." Belle said. Simon was very skinny.
"Ouch." Simon said, and laughed.