Hey! This is my first DGM fic, so please be kind. My chapters are never very long, and I'm trying to work on that, so bear with me. This is a Allen x OC story. Oh, and please don't be afraid to (nicely) correctme if I make any mistakes. So here we go!
I sighed, dragging my feet through the hallways of my school. It seemed different, now that I was back after so long. Now that I was here again, I couldn't help but notice the shade of white that the walls were painted. It was the same color as his hair. Ant the lunch trays were the same color as the person I considered to be one of my best friend's eyes. Well, I think. It's been a few months since I got to see those eyes in person.
I held back tears. My lunch, sitting in a brown paper bag, was dropped carelessly on the table. And, right on cue, a shadow loomed over me. It belonged to Disae, my top tormentor. She smirked. "Hello Fever, how are you doing today?" Mock concern dripped from her voice. I didn't answer. This apparently, made her angry, because she immediately screeched, "Answer me!"
I sighed. "I'm fine." I knew that soon she was going to drop the act.
"Okay, seriously. You're so annoying! A nuisance. No wonder your mother named you after a sickness." All of this teasing was aimed at my name. But I knew better. And I fought back the urge to tell her that it was common for women to name their children after sicknesses they had suffered in the 1900's. Disae continued with her rant.
"And you're 17! Why are you bringing a paper bag to lunch?" I managed to tune out the rest of her chatter. She didn't know what happened. She didn't know the people that I was forced to leave behind. She never would.