Beyblade

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Watch Me Fall

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Disclaimer
I do not own Beyblade, only my OCs and typos!

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Summary
You know the girl who's always alone? The girl who always gets picked on? Well, that's me. It's hard to pick up the pieces after being broken so many times... My name is Riley Stone, and this is my life.

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Profile

Name:
Riley Stone

Age:
16

Eyes:
dark brown

Hair:
straight, messy dark brown hair (nearly black) that reaches the middle of her back, bangs that always fall in her eyes

Personality:
always quiet, very self-concious, always thinks she's doing something wrong. She gets picked on all of the time, so she's grown to keeping everything she feels locked up inside and not letting anyone see it.

Clothes:
baggy cargos, black hoodie. Nothing to draw attention to herself.

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Darker than
What you see
A small girl cries out
God why me

She can't find her place,
Lost with no face.
The love she once had
Is all in the past

The fire that burnt
Is now cool like ice
Her heart is black
And she can't go back

Stuck in her world
Sick of her life
She has no faith
Due to the path
She had to take.

-Path Of Darkness,
by SafetyPinsCut2

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Watch Me Fall

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Prologue

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My name is Riley and I'm now in grade 11. I have messy black hair that reaches the middle of my back and bangs that always fall into my dark brown eyes, which is good because that way, no one can see what I truly feel, they only see a smile. I've become a master at faking those, but when you're me, you have to learn to adapt quickly. I go to the same school as my old best friends, Kai and Tala, 'old' being the operative word.

We used to always hang out together, the three of us, everyday through elementary school, but after graduation day, they stopped talking to me. I tried calling them that summer, but their mothers always said they were busy, or not at home. At first, I really did believe it, not thinking that they'd lie to me.

So one day, when they were both 'sick' I decided to visit them and give them a 'get well soon' card. Tala wasn't able to see anyone since he was so sick, or at least that was what his mother told me. I had decided to cut through the park park to go see Kai, but I saw the two of them sitting on a bench, Kai and Tala, laughing and talking with a bunch of those stereotypical blond bombshells; blond hair, blue eyes, perfect curves, clothes three sizes too small. I dropped the card I had made him, the little card on which I had drawn a teddy bear with a thermometer in its mouth to try and illustrate a get-well thing. My breath stopped from the shock. I felt tears swell up in my eyes and fall down my face. Why would they lie to me? I turned and ran as fast as I could, away from everything. The two people I had let into my heart had just been like termites, eating away at it until it was unrecognizable. Tears streamed down my face, I tried to blink them away but they just kept coming. I ran faster and faster. Maybe if I ran fast enough, my problems wouldn't be able to catch up with me. But I was never able to run fast enough.

That day was the sentenced the rest of my life. And to this day, my problems always seem to be faster than me, waiting until when I'm out of breath to catch up and torture my mind. My only friends lied to me in order to be popular. Why? What did I do wrong? Did I say or do something that made them hate me so?

Those are the questions that buzzed through my head over and over again, every time they shoved me into a locker, put a garbage can over my head, tripped me or threw spitballs at me during class. That, and the question;

Why me?

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I made a few minor details more pronounced while I was editing, and I think you might want to pay attention to them because they're going to appear later on.

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-cynical.life