A/N: This is actually a re-draft of an old story of mine. Posted finally after much deliberation. Enjoy!
He was a strange boy. A strange boy indeed.
But she couldn't leave him alone like that.
"Weirdo! Freak!" They kept pushing him, those two bullies. She watched as the strange yet fascinating metal structure attached to the boy's head kept clanging and banging between the bullies' fists and his head.
"S-Stop it..." she heard him cry. The metal moved with his mouth; it looked painful.
One of the mean boys suddenly jabbed the boy in the jaw. Everyone stared and stared at the strange little boy crying and wincing and falling to the ground with a thud! All the children around her had their eyes glued on the entire scene, with their feet equally glued to the floor. The girl started to panic; where were the teachers that made everything right again? She needed to do something.
"Hey!"
The bullies ceased their merciless attacks on the fallen boy when they saw the girl running to them. She started swatting at one of them, the one that still had his fist around the boy's collar.
"Ah--ow!" He squirmed, bug-eyed and taken by surprise. Both of them became nearly petrified at the shower of slaps from this crazy little girl.
"Leave - him - alone!" her innocent voice roared at them.
The next thing she remembered, the mean bullies were bolting away from her in terror.
She almost forgot: she was just as strange.
The girl caught a glimpse of her reflection in a puddle by her Mary Jane shoes. Her hair was a brown, nebulous form around her head. The cobalt marbles of her eyes stood out the most in her square shaped face, and she wore a red dress that her papa gave her. (Of course, she didn't call him "Papa" - only Headmaster. A dress that Headmaster gave her.)
"Th-Thank you," a mousy voice spoke.
The girl turned to see the boy she'd been helping all along.
The metal bars and wires and screws were even more interesting up close. His mouth, full of even more metal, was a funny rectangular shape because of the hooks pulling at his cheeks. There was some dirt on his lightly sunkissed face from falling on the ground, and his dark hair was mussed up a bit. But most of all, his eyes were as purple and as sweet as grapes.
"You're not strange," the girl said.
The boy's eyes became dark and blank with an emotion she had never seen before. She suddenly became aware of how much bigger this boy was when he stood; and, mouth agape, she looked up at him.
He laughed. Laughed, laughed, and laughed. He even bent over and rest his hand on his knees, still laughing.
The girl frowned. "What's so funny?"
"What's your name?" he asked, his eyes now the only things laughing.
The girl straightened up and balled her hands into fists, raised her chin proudly and said -
"Candie!"
"Candie..." the boy repeated with a slight snicker. "Candie...you're really weird."