Kid watched the new girl in his class sit down exactly three seats to the left of him, and he shuddered. His eyes had never seen such an ugly and appalling creature, and Kid went to a very large school and had met many people who he deemed unattractive. Though this foul thing, he could not tear his eyes from, the sight of this beast encouraged him to do retch at the sight of her, for she this creature, was asymmetrical.
As Professor Stein had announced, this girl's name was Crona. At first he watched the door with interest, perhaps this new transfer student would be the epitome of all things beautiful and symmetrical, and Kid however was horribly mistaken. The lanky girl, hunched in. Her hands dug at her elbows, and classmates snickered at her goofy appearance. Kid however, was instantly sickened.
She peered up at them, her classmates. She could hear them laughing at her, taunting her… It was just as her mother predicted. Her grip on her arm tightened, she could feel the sharp of her fingernail through the thin black fabric of her long black dress. It was not Crona's fault her appearance was the way it was, the young girl had been forced to suffer through years of abuse and neglect by her mother, thus is her physical form reflected her inner ways, meek, awkward, and extremely frightened.
The girl walked slowly to an empty seat as her new teacher told her to, the sound of her rubbery black boots caused a squishy like sound that made her classmates snicker further. The girl did not know how to deal with this… She set her beat black school bag on the floor beside an empty seat and placed her rump in the cold metal chair. Students, who were less preoccupied with the newest student within the class, continued to furiously scribble down notes on the professor's lecture. She to, mimicked those actions after drawing out her one notebook, and pencil. Her mother had not thought it appropriate for the girl to be fully supplied with school related necessities.
Kid watched her write, and his skin crawled. Judging on the speed of her hand's movement, her writing would be extremely jagged, and thus unsymmetrical. His own handwriting was neat, perfect, and flawless, there was not even a smudge of imperfection across the lined notebook paper, yes Kid had written his name absolutely perfect. As for the rest of the notes, Kid shrugged them off. He was an honors student with a photographic memory, he found notes tedious and without purpose.
Class eventually drew to a close for the girl, and the bell signaled lunch. She had spent most of the morning on a tour of part of the school with a new teacher, Ms. Marie, whom Crona found quite pleasant. The girl waited for the final student, subtracting herself to leave the classroom, before she slinked out and around a different corner. Crona found no use in going to lunch, her mother had not supplied her with food, nor given her a small sum of money to even purchase an apple. Instead, the girl headed to a lavatory, were perhaps she could be to herself…
The image reflected in the mirror, she despised. Her hand came up to finger the tips of uneven and choppy light pink hair, it hung short and stuck out at all angles. Her bangs hung above her eyebrows, except for longer strands that fell into her face. The girl was not at all visually appealing to herself, her abnormal black eyes always seemed to look in a direction anyway but forwards. She began digging her hand into her arm again, desperate for a small, dark place to curl up in and hide from the rest of the world. Her eyes searched, and then locked on the darkest corner in the bathroom. Beneath the furthest sink corner, in the left hand side. She hurried there, and dropped to her knees, she crawled beneath the sink, and brought her knees to her chest. Her tiny, small, empty world was her safest and only place…
The girl returns home, or the shell of a home. She knows Medusa, her mother will be there to either punish her for locking herself away at school and not going to classes, or she won't be there at all. Crona could never decide which was worse. The girl turned the knob of the door, she felt sick with fear at what was beyond the door. It opened slowly, and she heard nothing, she saw no traces of life… She removed her heavy black shoes before stepping inside, and her cold bare feet stepped onto the light blue carpet. She made her way into her bedroom and shut the door, the lights remained off, and she shut the door. Crona surveyed her empty bedroom; she was permitted nothing for furniture subtracting a beat white pillow with a faded image of a small pink bunny. She set her shoes and black bag in a corner beside the window, grabbed her pillow, and went to hide in her corner. Her new home was as empty and dead as her previous…