Hey guys! I came back with another story.
I didn't really want to put Tilly as a bad character, but I couldn't think of any other girl .. Sorry, if you like Tilly.
I want to hear you guys' thoughts on it. Should I continue? If I do, then you guys have to put suggestions, because I have no idea where the story's gonna go...
K that's all I have for now!~ Bai ;3
"Hey ugly!" Oh geez, not this… I turned around to face the she devil herself. Tilly Thompson. "Yes?" I asked innocently.
"You should know better than getting in my way, you hoe!" she spat. I clenched my jaw. How dare she talk about me like that? I had a cleaner sex life than she did!
"You don't know anything about me, Tilly!" I seethed, venom splattering all over her face. Her expression turned into a sour look. Then, an evil smirk plastered her face. Suddenly, her hand shot out and slapped me. I fell to the ground, hand on my cheek. After I recovered from the initial sock and pain, I glared daggers through Tilly. She had a satisfied smirk on her pretty, little face. Blech. I wondered why all the guys at our school wanted to go out with this poor excuse of a girl.
As I seethed at her, her hand took a fistful of my hair, causing me to cringe. She brought my face close to hers and whispered threateningly, "I hope we don't have this talk again, now do I?" She tugged my hair, making me nod. "Good. Any last words for your generous queen?" she said with a sadistic smile cemented on her evil face.
Through clenched jaws, I said, "You are not my queen, you tramp."
Anger boiled through Tilly. I could tell from the flames in her eyes.
"Why you little-!" she was interrupted by one of the girls in her posse, Maddi, I think.
"Tilly, we're going to be late for our manicures! Just drop the loser already. We'll come back later!" she said while intent on texting.
Tilly nodded and then turned back towards me. "You're lucky this time, but you won't be so reluctant next time."
"Ooooh, big words. Didn't know you knew them," I said with a smirk. She groaned exasperated and released her death grip on my hair. She huffed and turned on her heel. She walked into the street without looking. I heard the familiar hum and gasped. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed Tilly's wrist. I jerked her back before the car slammed into her. She stood there in total shock. When she regained her composure, she glared at the hand holding her wrist. She ripped her arm from my grasp and glared at me.
"Don't. Touch. Me," she spat. Her hands grasped my wrist and twisted. I howled in agony. She smirked yet again in satisfaction. She released her hold on my arm and left, making sure to look both ways first. I sat on the ground, staring in shock. I looked down at my throbbing wrist and cringed at the damage. There were already bruises forming. I sighed and tugged my jacket on to cover the marks.
"The least she could do was thank me…" I mumbled.
I trudged home. Oh, how impolite am I? I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ally Dawson, and I go to Miami High. Those girls bully me on a daily basis. My parents aren't much help. They say it's a "phase" and it'll blow over in time. What great parents they are.
Being as clumsy as I am, I happened to bump into a person. I cursed under my breath for being so stupid.
"Are you okay?" a male voice asked. I looked up and saw a pair of brown eyes filled with concern.
I jumped to my feet, a bit flustered. The boy looked familiar. He had adorable, brown eyes and silky blonde hair. "I'm fine hehe…" I said, unconvincingly. He looked at me weird. "Well! I got to go now. Bye…" I said walking away.
"O-okay…" he said, suspicious. I curse myself again for doing that. If you couldn't tell, I don't trust people that easily. They'll just end up hurting you. I thought it was easier to keep away, so you don't have to experience the pain.
All that thinking made time pass, and before I knew it, I was home. I sighed in relief. A look of happiness replaced my expression of sorrow. I silently slipped into the house to greet my pride and joy, Angel. Angel is my little sister, and the only person keeping me sane in my life. A smile graced my face as she locked eyes with me. She had porcelain skin with the same brown locks as me, but they were straight. She had bright brown, doe eyes that were the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life. She really was an angel. Her eyes lit up and she rushed over to me.
"How was your day, Ally?" she asked excitedly.
"Great," I lied. I didn't want to ruin her innocence. I didn't want to wipe that smile off her face. I didn't want her to worry about me. I put on a fake smile. A smile I have perfected all these years, so that you couldn't see all the sorrow I was really experiencing.
She gave me a smile back. My heart ached. She was so happy. Unlike me… I went into the kitchen to fix a snack for me and Angel. I tossed her a bar, and she happily gobbled it down. After I finished my snack, I headed towards my room, but I was stopped by a voice floating through the air.
"Ally~ Can you come here?" Angel asked. I smiled again. A sweet smile. I glanced at clock and thought , 'I guess I could spend time with Angel before I do my homework. I mean, it's a Friday, right?'
"Yes, Angel," I said and walked over to her. She patted the spot next to her on the couch, asking me to sit. I happily obliged and sat. She laid her head on my shoulder, and I lightly placed my head on hers. We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments.
"Ally?" she spoke softly.
"Yes, my little Angel?" I cooed while I stroked her face. She smiled softly.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked innocently.
I was a bit flustered. My face heated up. "Well, um… no, I don't."
"Oh. Well, does anyone like you? Like, like like you?" she questioned again.
I planted a small kiss on top of her head. I said gently, "Angel… I don't think any guy would like a girl like me… I'm just too weird." I shook my head gently.
She lifted her head slowly and looked at me with furrowed brows. "But Ally… why not? You're beautiful." In that moment, there was no doubt in my mind. She was truly an angel.
I started tearing up. I never thought those two words would ever be directed at me. I sat there shaking for a bit, and Angel started looking concerned. "Ally…?"
I couldn't stand it anymore. I broke down crying in my little sister's arms. Yes, me, the Ally Dawson who never shed a tear to bullying. The Ally Dawson who didn't trust anyone and watched her back, so very meticulously. The Ally Dawson who was not afraid to speak her mind – even if she got hurt.
Angel didn't question me. She sat there stroking my face, brushing my hair out of my face. She had a look of sympathy on her angelic face. After I had calmed down, I lay there in her arms. I whispered ever so softly that I was surprised that she heard it, "How am I beautiful?"
Angel ran her fingers along her jaw line thoughtfully. "Well, you are caring. Even if you don't trust a person, you help them," Thoughts of me saving Tilly from the car flashed through my mind. "you are not afraid to speak what's on your mind," Me standing up for myself in front of my terrorizers. (A/N: Is that even a word? XD) "and you are quite independent." '… ' Angel smiled at me. "Beauty is only skin deep. It's what's inside that matters."
I shed even more tears, and enveloped Angel in a hug.
