Guardian Angel

He was the kind of boy who didn't really fit in but didn't mind. He was perfectly content in doing his own thing. He preferred it that way, in fact. He was tall and thin with dyed black, straightened hair and an eyebrow piercing and a tattoo on his shoulder that he still hadn't told his mother about. People called him names and tried to get under his skin but he didn't let them. He was good at blocking them out. They'd even gone as far as telling him to kill himself and even though he had tried more than once, it wasn't because of them. He wasn't bothered by the fact that he didn't fit in with the "popular crowd" because he didn't want to. He wanted to be his own person. And he did it well. She was different. She'd always longed to be accepted. She dreamed of sitting at that table in the cafeteria where the pretty girls gossiped about boys and clothes and celebrities. And her. No one had ever really pushed him around but she got it bad. She got it really bad. They called her emo and told her she was worthless, among other things. She tried to brush it off but it always stung. She hurt herself because of it. The skin on her wrists and thighs and shoulders was all scarred and even though she tried to hide it with bracelets and long sleeves, they still saw it and bullied her worse for it. She wasn't tall. Not as tall as them. She was barely five feet. Her hair was long and straight and black with blue and purple streaks and she always wore black. She wore dark makeup and her grandmother wouldn't let her get her nose pierced but she wanted to. She wanted her lip done too. "No until your eighteenth birthday." Her grandmother's words rang in her ears. She couldn't wait for that freedom.