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Story 2: Bitter Smiles
Author: xXBitter SmilesXx (Another story he wanted me to post)
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Pip looked around cheerfully, his normal everyday face. Pip was teased, picked on, bullied and abused in school…but yet some how, everyday he always wore a smile. Maybe he just hoped if he didn't respond they'd leave him alone. They sure did find it annoying as hell when he would smile and laugh at their insults, and even agree with them, but there was no one better to pick on besides Pip. Sure they could always try to get Tweek, but Craig would have their asses on a silver platter. They knew about how he was on the outside…kind, cheerful, forgiving and perfectly happy being alone. What they didn't know what was on the inside, A broken child who was lost in pure blackness who's heart was drowning in a river of sorrow…and they will never know that. They have never noticed the hurt that filled his clear blue eyes when the excluded him from things, the agony he felt when they would make fun of him. All they saw was a little, blonde haired British boy who laughed bitterly with his tormentors. He walked down the hallway smiling, his eyes as bright as a ray of sunshine, but everyone ignored his "cheerfulness" and just shot him hate filled glares. Why were the good people always in the worst of situations?
"Hello Kenny, Kyle, Eric, Stanley. Fine day isn't it?" he commented as he passed them.
Cartman gave him a hateful glower, venom seeping out of his eyes, "What do you want fag?" he snarled.
"Oh nothing. Just saying hi. Well, cheerio," he waved, walking down the hallway towards the bathroom.
He pushed open the doors, stepping on the shiny tile floors. He turned to walk over to the clean, porcelain sinks. His shoes made a shrill squeaking sound as they clanked against the floor, making some of the boys turn the heads curiously in his direction. As they saw his face they just sneered. One boy in the back wearing a blue chullo flipped him off before walking out.
"Why Hello Craig," he greeted politely before walking over to a stall.
The blonde boy locked the stall and sat on the toilet, burying his head in his slender fingers. He sat there waiting quietly for all the other boys to leave. As the bell rang, he knew he was late for class, but all the other boys were gone. Tears started trailing down his cheeks, gleaming bright in the lights. Finally he couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a loud, sorrowful wail.
"It's not fair. Why does everyone hate me?" he choked out angrily, "it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fucking fair!"
"Why can't just be accepted? What did I ever even do! Is it the way I look? Is it what I like? Is it the fact I'm British? Why can't anyone like me," he sobbed, taking off his hat and angrily throwing it at the ground.
He hid his head in his knees and took in deep and ragged breaths, before standing up and walking out of the stall, forgetting his hat. The child numbly staggered over to the sink and turned the water on cold, washing his pal, sweaty face. He looked up to the mirror. His pure blonde hair stuck sloppily to his forehead, his skin was sickly pale, and his eyes…they were cold and lifeless. He stood, staring in the mirror grimly, than let a bitter smile curl over his lips. Maybe one day…he would be accepted.
I hate this story gah! But oh well I guess. PLEASE REVIEW! (This is a note from xXBitter SmilesXx)