((this is my first fanfic, and i suck at spelling. deepest appologies for any inconveneince. comments are greatly apriciated. ~Holo))
Your name is Dave Strider. You Are a 15 year old orphan, and we all know how hard it is to be a teen orphan...
-sigh- you sigh deeply, as the light floods in from one of the few windowes in the red-fern orphanige. You reach for your shades. Not to protect your eyes, but to hide the abormal color. Its hard being albino.
Slowly and tirdly, you pull yourself from your bed. Making your way to the bathroom to fix your natraly white hair. Avoiding the teasing, you get your breakfast and go to your solitary corner. Pulling your black hood over your face to hide your face and hair, you await the arival of the other kids. "weirdo!" "muntant" "freak!" here comes the insults. covering your ears to try and hide the rude remarks. Enough is enough. "SHUT THE FUCK UP ALL OF YOU!" you get up and yell so loud, no one dares to talk. te only noise is your footsteps trying to run out the door. "ah, ah, ah... i dont think so." someone grabed your hood. great, the warden, just your luck. looks like your stuck.
"fine." glaring at the warden you make an agreement and go back to your corner, dodging more remarks and stares. When you finaly reach your corner, your name gets called "DAVEEE!" "what?" you turn around, and see the warden bringing a young blue eyed boy your way. "Dave this is john. He is donating an old hoodie of yours and your the only kid who wears them" you study the neatly folded red hoodie with a symbol on the front, it looks like a gear, from a clock. "thanks..." you take the hhodie and start walking to you corner again but a hand stops you. "arnt you gonna than him?" the warden reminded you. "fine. thank you" you thank the boy in a rude tone. "you dont have to be mean about it..." he spoke. the blue eyed boy spoke. his voice was light and shy. kinda cute... but its not like you liked him or something. youll probaby never see him again... then you notice him staring. "oh um... thanks..." you quickly say. "no problem!" the boy started to walk away. "im john by the way." -you smile at him. "im dave." you havent smiled like that in forever.
john walked out the door. You go and change into the hoodie. it smelt faintly like him, like sweet vanilla cake. before relizing it, you had your face in the hoodie. it was odd, yes, but it smelt amazing. you slipped it on, perfect fit, and headed back to the corner.
((im not sure if ill ever finish this but its short... sorry. was it good? :33))