Damelia

Emelia was laying on bed watching through the window, the village was very peaceful, When she noticed a boy around her age was sitting on a rock with bruises on his arms, his bangs was covering his left eye.

Emelia would see the boy being bullied, they called him a "Freak" Emelia wondered why?

On Saturday, Emelia's mother and father are going on a meeting. "Can I go outside?" She asked her mother "Yes but be home before 10:00" Emelia nodded.

"Emelia!" her friend called out, she opened the door "What is it?" She asked, "I was wondering if we could hang out today" "Sure" Emelia shut the door and hang out with her friend, she saw the boy again sitting on the rock, resting his head on his bruised arms. But then someone pulled her from behind "Don't look at him, he's a Freak" she turned around to see her friend glaring at the boy. The boy then got up and looked at Emelia with his dull eyes then turned to Emelia's friend and glared.

Weeks later, It was raining and Emelia was reading her favourite book. She noticed the boy again but his arms had cuts now. Emelia jumped out of her bed and grabbed her umbrella. "Honey, where are you going?" She was caught off by her father on the couch, sitting and his news papers on his hands. "Oh, I just wanted to play with my new friend" "Oh okay" She walked outside and approached the boy. "Hello, my name is Emelia, what's yours?" Emelia asked and smiled kindly "Damien"