Secrets.

Unfair (Part 2)

Chapter 1 (part 2)

I sighed deeply. You know it's bad when you depress yourself. Sometimes... sometimes everything would just get to me. Clearly, from my outburst yesterday. I pursed my lips slightly. As bad as school was for me already, that little tantrum was going to make it a hell of a lot worse. I was always percieved as the quiet girl. I didn't talk much, didn't really try to make friends but the friends I did have were fantastic. If anyone bothered to ask me (not that they ever would), I would honestly tell them they were better than I deserved. While everybody else insulted me; bullied me, they were the ones who stood by me and that's all I've ever wanted.

I raised my head up and looked around, suprised. The rain was after easing into a gentle drizzle and the dark clouds were a more subtle grey. I supposed I looked like a drowned rat at this stage but it didn't really matter. Unknowingly, I had already reached my destination_ the park. Not many people were around which was the way I liked it. Try relax when there's a colony of wild animals, with their "Mommy, mommy"'s and "My turn, MY TURN, ARGHHH!!!!" screaching in the air. Don't get me wrong, I like kids. Most of them are still pretty innocent and eye me with curiousity and nothing else. to be a kid... Ever notice how easily they make friends? Wish that was me when I was little.

But no, I will not focus on these things. I plonk myself down on a nearby bench, not paying attention to, or even caring that it was wet. Sure I was wet already, where was the harm? I mean, with what I had to go back to, what was that bad about catching my death of cold?

There were a few people walking in the park now that the rain had let up. Dog walkers; most likely the people living opposite to the park in that kip of an appartment building. Even from where I sat, I could see it's jutting roof, the paint peeling and blistering on the walls and from passing it on a regular basis, I could easily picture the rows upon rows of washing dangling from the so-called balconies. I shouldn't judge. Those people had a hard enough time; even before the recession hit, they'd had a hard time of it and now in the current circumstances, it was lucky that the children remained clothed and fed.

Again, I sighed to myself. You wouldn't think we were struggling finnancially with the way more mother burned through our money. That's why we cut back in other areas. The joys of shopping. Often I'd pick up a cheap brand and insist that we try it because it was new. Magic words to an impulsive shopper.

My thoughts were then interrupted.

"Excuse me, may I sit there?", a quiet voice asked.

Without even looking, I nodded my head slightly and using my sleeve, wiped the part of the bench I wasn't sitting on so it was as nearly damp. (Hospitality: after all, I was sitting here.)

"Thanks. Get caught in the rain?"

I looked up and met his eyes. Something seemed off about them but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I searched them until I realised that my silence and staring was getting awkward.

"Uh... no. I walked in it. Are you wearing contacts? Your eyes..." I trailed off.

"Nope," he said,popping the 'p'. "I don't wear them. Why would you willingly walk outside in this weather?"

"I like this kind of weather. There's not so many people about and I like keeping to myself," I stated in defensive tone.

"I will leave if you want. I was simply passing myself."

This time I looked at him properly. His hair was almost black, but on closer inspection, a dark brown, and had been tousled by the stong wind. His face was strong; slender nose, high cheek bones, his lips full and yet not plump, and of course his inquisitive eyes and hard-set jaw. Even in his sitting position, I could tell that he was tall, with seemingly broad shoulders. If I'd to guess, I'd say 18 or 19, although his features weren't ones I'd normally associate with that age. He wasn't heavily built but I sensed an underlying strength beneath his beautiful demeanor. There was something off with him. No guy that age speaks like that... I may not talk much to guys in the first place, but of this I was sure.

"You're not normal... you can't even pretend to be," I whisper-yelled, and even with the wind blowing towards us, I knew he had heard me. I jumped up from the bench and, not even comprehending why, burst into a sprint, just wanting to get away from that wierdo. (I know, rich coming from me, eh?)

I had only gotten as far as the trees. Around me was silence; no people around anymore and the only sound I could hear was the the crunch of my feet against the against the gravel and the occaisional splash as I ran through the puddles. But my effort was wasted. Within seconds, I felt a hand yanking on my shoulder...

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Leavin chapter 1 off here. I still don't really know where this story is going and I apoligise if I made any sp errors or got ahead of myself.

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Thank you. <3