Prologue
Klowbi King. 9th Grade. Not very into many things other than anime and drawing and singing. She can do a lot, but she feels as though it's not enough. This is her story.
My story.
She heads upstairs to her room and enters her room. She goes on her laptop, typing in perfect letters.
"Hey. Are you there?"
"Yes. I am" The boy replies. His profile says he is 15, but she highly doubts this. She types back after him.
"How has your day been?" She starts the conversation, and he smirks behind his screen. He seems to be happy with this question.
"My day has been pretty okay. I finished my midterms, and I feel as though I did great on them. What about you?" He throws the question back at her, and the girls types.
"Rough day. Kids at school keep talking behind my back as if I can't hear them. They always are loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough for teachers not to. And not many people in the classes are on my side. So I'm seen as the liar.
"The teacher wouldn't believe me for a thousand dollars." She finishes.
"Oh. That's tough. Want me to come over and teach them who's boss?"
"No. That's okay. I see no reason in going after them if nobody is going to do a thing about it anyway."
The boy behind the other screen winces.
"Sheesh. Such a bleak outlook. Someone should help you with that." His voice trails off as he realizes he was talking out loud, and types it down on the keyboard.
After a few moments she types back.
"I'm leaving soon. I don't know where I will go, but I am going either way."
And then, she logs off.