Clary
"Bug off."
"Freak."
"Loser."
"Psycho."
"Lunatic."
"Weirdo."
These are things I hear on a daily basis. No one tries to stop it. Even my parents think its true. I'm the weird kid at Alicante High. The freak.
Here you have the cool kids, the geeks, the populars, and the freak. Only one freak. That would be me. There are more groups, but no one pays them much attention. I wish I wasn't the freak, but with how I look, are you surprised? So, here I am. Eating lunch. On the bathroom floor. I just hope no one comes in.
Oh, but I'm never that lucky, am I? In walks little miss popular herself. Isabelle Lightwood. She never has really teased me, but she never does anything to stop it. She sees me, but turns to the mirror.
"Why?" The word slipped out before I could stop it.
She looks startled, glancing around she asks me, "Why what?"
"Why do you all hate me?"
Now she looks worried. "Ummm, listen, I have to go. Bye."
She practically ran out of the bathroom. Weird.
The bell rang, sending me out into the wild. I accidentally bump into someone. Someone hard. Oh, by the Angel, that sounded wrong. Someone with a hard body. That wasn't any better. You know what, just ignore that.
I moved. "Sorry..." I mumbled, looking up at the one person I just HAD to bump into. The 2nd most popular boy in our school. Jace Herondale.
"You bet you are, Freak." He spat, leaning towards me. "Don't touch me ever again. I don't want to catch whatever is wrong with you. Got it?"
I nodded, not wanting to make it worse. He scoffed and walked away from me. This is the easy part of my day.
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Will
I watched Jace walk away from the girl. I almost walked up to her, before deciding to turn and follow Jace.
"Hey, Johnny! What's up?"
He looked at me, obviously annoyed. "My name is Jace, and that stupid freak was in my way!"
"Oh." I wasn't sure what else to say. I mean, if I defend the girl, Jace would probably hate me. He's my favorite cousin, so I couldn't let that happen. But, for some reason, I didn't want to call the girl a freak.
I was saved from having to say anything else by Principal Branwell's voice coming out of a loudspeaker. "Students. I have decided that tomorrow, instead of attending your classes, EVERY student will come up and sing a song describing how they feel or something like that..."
By the Angel, what is he thinking? Jace nudged me. "I bet this was Charlotte's idea. Henry doesn't care what we do as long as we don't mess with his 'inventions'."
I nodded, but my gaze had landed on the girl with bright red hair. She looked mortified. I'm not surprised, everyone seems to hate her, so singing in front of them probably isn't her favorite thing to do.
Can't wait to see how this goes.
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Let me know if you like this story so far. I'll probably continue it whether you do or not, but I still like to know what you guys think. Forever Yours, ~ V