Different: Talking To The Crush

Different: Talking To The Crush

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I spat out the sickly metallic blood from my mouth to the cold hard floor, cringing at the sight. I looked my torturer dead in the eye, clenching my jaw and giving the torturer a tight lipped smile "My name is Iris Stormworthy and I'm just a normal girl - If you could ever call being a weird supernatural beast normal." By the way, the whole weird part, that's just me. Shout-out to all the other awesome banshees out there. You rock!" I said as though they were any of my kind here. "I always grew up as the out-cast. You know that weird kid that always sits in the back during class. The weird kid who wears sunglasses indoors for no reason. The weird kid who eats at the nurses office because she got body tremors by literally just being in a crowded room--but oh that was such a long time ago. The weird kid who has two different coloured eyes. "Then I found out I was even more abnormal, cus, you know, I'm not freaking weird enough. "Again, my fellow banshees, you're freaking awesome." "Furthermore, I'm the one who has bullies at my school. The one who can't stand up to them. The one who felt sickened my her self because of it--and don't get me wrong, I don't get bullied, I'm a freaking badass--At least that what my sister thinks "I'm the one who has little.To no. Emotions. Cus lord know I have a hell load of people to protect, and bad thinks happen when I get emotional. Emotional because of my parents. Parents who left me and my little sister and went to God knows where. Again, long time ago. "I'm the one who sings random songs at random times. The one slays at the electric guitar. The one who is obsessed with boy bands and loves every single freaking song. The one who loves dancing but deep down knows she sucks at it. "But none of that matters now," I say, glowering down at the sick thing in front of me "You know why? Cus I'm a freaking supernatural banshee. And no amount of torturing, beating or manipulation will stop me. And you're as good as dead bitch."
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