She watches him talking to his friends, his brilliant blonde hair standing
out above all else. She remembered when it was brown and had curls trying
to push there way out. She shyly ducked her head when she saw him looking
and went back to eating her lunch once more alone.
It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, she was in fact gorgeous but no one could see. Underneath the thick glasses she wore were gorgeous green eyes clear as the day but at the same time clouded with something unseen. Underneath her baggy shirt and bug shorts was a slim body, the very essence of womanhood. She had a tight, slim, one might say feminine body that cannot be seen. Her breasts can't be seen through the overly big top but they are perfect.
Once a long time ago she used to wear tight clothes but then it all changed. She became withdrawn, lost her best friend, lost all her friends, became the loser of the school. She rarely talked these days, only to stutter a few words to teachers. She got away with it by being smart, some might say she was a genius but if you know her she isn't. She studies because she is bored, doesn't have a life, too scared.
The boy she stares at was once her best friend but then he changed. He got the attention of the popular group and left his best friend behind much to her dismay. She was left vulnerable and that was when on her 13th birthday everything changed.
She remembers the excitement over being allowed to go to the bronze by herself for the first time. Her mum said she was old enough as long as she was back before 10pm and so she was excited. She stood in front of the mirror for hours trying to decide what to wear. In the end she was in a mini black skirt with a red halter sparkly top.
When she arrived at the bronze a boy from school Riley came over and asked her dance. He gave her a coke and in her excitement she didn't see the pill he slipt in it. They danced for a couple of hours and at 9:30pm she was starting to feel very dizzy and Riley being the gentleman she thought he was said " Hey you don't look so well come on I'll take you home". It wasn't her home he took her too and when he started all she could do was cry and try to push him off. The pill rendered her helpless and when he had finished he laughed and said "Shouldn't try to play grown up if your not ready". He left her there and she stared at the ceiling wondering how she could have been so stupid. She slowly got up and tried not to cry out at not only the pain between her legs but the bruises that were no doubt going to show up between her legs and on her arms from his touches.
She hurried home and crawled into the shower mindful of waking her mother. The water she turned to scalding hot and she tried to scrub what he had done off her to no avail. She slumped on the floor and cried, she cried for herself, for what she had once been. The hot water turned to cold and she slumped with no energy but put her hand up to twist that knob. She pulled herself up and wrapped in a towel laid in her bed to her on waiting nightmares.
Every time it was different, she could see him leering at her and telling her she deserved it, that she shouldn't wear those clothes if she didn't want it. He hit her harder each time she dreamt but still she didn't stop him.
Now that she thought about it, she wondered how her mother never saw the changes she went through. She went from happy go larky girl to sullen quiet withdrawn all in a week. Her mother oblivious went about with her work not once seeing the pains he was in. She knew what happened wasn't her fault at least that is what she told herself but in her heart she thought she asked for it.
A couple of weeks after much avoidance of Riley she ran into him in the hall while rushing to the toilet. He pushed up against the locker and she stuttered "Pa Please le let me go". She mentally slapped herself for being so weak but he smiled and started touching her and said "Whets wrong summers wasn't it good." She pushed him off and ran for the toilet sobbing.
He eventually got tired of scaring her but decided turning her into the loser of the school was his mission. It worked very well considering since that night she no longer wore tight clothes but instead was into the baggy stuff. She had no one to turn to so she withdrew into herself. She went from a C average student to A average. She become competition to the nerds in the school but she didn't care. She only studied to get out of talking, to get out of listening.
She looks up from the table again and wonders what would happen if they saw the person she had become underneath the clothes. No not the body the person, the slayer.
She found out on her 16th birthday, at first she didn't believe but he showed her. She was terrorified at this power she seemed to wield. She was wicked strong and with the techniques and moves the new librarian/watcher Giles showed her, she became street smart. She knew she could take on just about any one. Giles at showed her that she could do anything she wanted and he understood what she was going through. He knew something had happened to her but he didn't know and didn't push.
She spent a lot of her time in the library now that she had a friend (Giles). She didn't talk much but the silence was comfortable as she studied. He had known her for a year and he watched her go from stuttering quiet shy girl who tried not to talk to him to chattering to him as soon as she entered the room without even a stutter.
In class and around the school she wasn't the same, she ducked her head and stuttered and avoided answering questions. The constant teasing and the humiliation of what happened to her had taken its toll. The only place she still looked like that normal girl was on her nightly patrols where the only people who saw her were dead.
It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, she was in fact gorgeous but no one could see. Underneath the thick glasses she wore were gorgeous green eyes clear as the day but at the same time clouded with something unseen. Underneath her baggy shirt and bug shorts was a slim body, the very essence of womanhood. She had a tight, slim, one might say feminine body that cannot be seen. Her breasts can't be seen through the overly big top but they are perfect.
Once a long time ago she used to wear tight clothes but then it all changed. She became withdrawn, lost her best friend, lost all her friends, became the loser of the school. She rarely talked these days, only to stutter a few words to teachers. She got away with it by being smart, some might say she was a genius but if you know her she isn't. She studies because she is bored, doesn't have a life, too scared.
The boy she stares at was once her best friend but then he changed. He got the attention of the popular group and left his best friend behind much to her dismay. She was left vulnerable and that was when on her 13th birthday everything changed.
She remembers the excitement over being allowed to go to the bronze by herself for the first time. Her mum said she was old enough as long as she was back before 10pm and so she was excited. She stood in front of the mirror for hours trying to decide what to wear. In the end she was in a mini black skirt with a red halter sparkly top.
When she arrived at the bronze a boy from school Riley came over and asked her dance. He gave her a coke and in her excitement she didn't see the pill he slipt in it. They danced for a couple of hours and at 9:30pm she was starting to feel very dizzy and Riley being the gentleman she thought he was said " Hey you don't look so well come on I'll take you home". It wasn't her home he took her too and when he started all she could do was cry and try to push him off. The pill rendered her helpless and when he had finished he laughed and said "Shouldn't try to play grown up if your not ready". He left her there and she stared at the ceiling wondering how she could have been so stupid. She slowly got up and tried not to cry out at not only the pain between her legs but the bruises that were no doubt going to show up between her legs and on her arms from his touches.
She hurried home and crawled into the shower mindful of waking her mother. The water she turned to scalding hot and she tried to scrub what he had done off her to no avail. She slumped on the floor and cried, she cried for herself, for what she had once been. The hot water turned to cold and she slumped with no energy but put her hand up to twist that knob. She pulled herself up and wrapped in a towel laid in her bed to her on waiting nightmares.
Every time it was different, she could see him leering at her and telling her she deserved it, that she shouldn't wear those clothes if she didn't want it. He hit her harder each time she dreamt but still she didn't stop him.
Now that she thought about it, she wondered how her mother never saw the changes she went through. She went from happy go larky girl to sullen quiet withdrawn all in a week. Her mother oblivious went about with her work not once seeing the pains he was in. She knew what happened wasn't her fault at least that is what she told herself but in her heart she thought she asked for it.
A couple of weeks after much avoidance of Riley she ran into him in the hall while rushing to the toilet. He pushed up against the locker and she stuttered "Pa Please le let me go". She mentally slapped herself for being so weak but he smiled and started touching her and said "Whets wrong summers wasn't it good." She pushed him off and ran for the toilet sobbing.
He eventually got tired of scaring her but decided turning her into the loser of the school was his mission. It worked very well considering since that night she no longer wore tight clothes but instead was into the baggy stuff. She had no one to turn to so she withdrew into herself. She went from a C average student to A average. She become competition to the nerds in the school but she didn't care. She only studied to get out of talking, to get out of listening.
She looks up from the table again and wonders what would happen if they saw the person she had become underneath the clothes. No not the body the person, the slayer.
She found out on her 16th birthday, at first she didn't believe but he showed her. She was terrorified at this power she seemed to wield. She was wicked strong and with the techniques and moves the new librarian/watcher Giles showed her, she became street smart. She knew she could take on just about any one. Giles at showed her that she could do anything she wanted and he understood what she was going through. He knew something had happened to her but he didn't know and didn't push.
She spent a lot of her time in the library now that she had a friend (Giles). She didn't talk much but the silence was comfortable as she studied. He had known her for a year and he watched her go from stuttering quiet shy girl who tried not to talk to him to chattering to him as soon as she entered the room without even a stutter.
In class and around the school she wasn't the same, she ducked her head and stuttered and avoided answering questions. The constant teasing and the humiliation of what happened to her had taken its toll. The only place she still looked like that normal girl was on her nightly patrols where the only people who saw her were dead.