"GOD DAMMIT YOU LITTLE BRAT!" The drunken man yelled as he threw the little girl across the room. She collapsed in the corner, whimpering and begging the man to stop. "YOU'RE THE REASON YOUR MOTHER LEFT! YOU'RE THE CAUSE OF EVERYTHING!" Typical drunk parent. Blaming their helpless little five year old daughter for everything… "
Zaria awoke with a start, banging her head against cardboard as she did so. She really hated those dreams. Not because they had some secret meaning that she couldn't figure out, not because the father was blaming the child for everything that happened to him.
No, Zaria hated those dreams because that little girl was her. That was the night that she had run away from that awful home, that awful parent, and that awful life. Of course, sleeping in a cardboard box wasn't really much of an improvement. Now Zaria was seven, and she was still unwanted, only now everyone hated her. Zaria wasn't exactly…normal looking. She had green hair, yellow eyes, and half of her body was black, and the other half was white. She wasn't entirely sure why she looked that way, but she knew it was her appearance that chased her mother away.
Alright, done with pitying myself… Zaria thought as she looked at her watch and realized that it was only 7 minutes till school started. Luckily she was only a 2 minute walk away from the elementary school.
She got up, grabbed her school bag, which was a plastic Publix bag, and walked to school. Today was her first day of second grade, and although she already knew some people, there was bound to be people who had never seen her odd looks. Fortunately for her, she had made two friends last year. Michi and Aoi. They were both mean, rude, and didn't really give a crap about others' feelings, but then again, that was Zaria's personality too.
