Your point of view
"Shut up, no one cares!" "You're a Nobody. As in nobody likes you!" "Go kill yourself!" I sat on the ground, head on my knees, crying and soaking wet from the rain. There was a group of kids advancing towards me. They were holding sticks and rocks, and were all ready to aim. A girl then came from behind me, and cut my hair using some scissors. She cut jagged chunks out of my blonde hair, and then stomped all over them. Everyone was laughing, and the girl started to cut my dress up too. That's when I decided to listen to those kids. I had planned on taking their advice and ending my horrible, crappy life. I didn't want to live anymore. How could I when everyone hated me? Even my mother hated me. And it's all because I was born with a stupid curse. Someone threw a rock, and it struck my head. I screamed in pain. The rest of the sticks and rocks were sailing through the air towards me. I curled into a ball on the ground, and prepared for the pain. But it never came. I moved my arm out of my face, and saw a boy crouched in front of me. He had white hair, and it was black on the bottom. He wore a school uniform with the sleeves ripped off them. His arms were bleeding, and the group of kids had run off yelling. The boy got up and tried to walk away, but I grabbed his arm. He looked at my cold, red, tear streaked face, that had long strands of bleach blonde hair stuck to it. He moved the hair out of my face and helped me up. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I hugged him. I'd seen the boy at school before. He was really quiet, and he was the only one in my class aside from my twin brother, Momiji who didn't tease me. I liked him. He was nice and quiet. He didn't pick me last in gym class or make me be "it" when we played tag at lunch time. Although he always got in trouble for his appearance. The teachers didn't like his hair, even though he tried to explain that it was his natural colour.
That was years ago, back when I was about ten. He was the one who made me decide not to end it all. He made me decide to give myself one more chance. Since then, life still wasn't much better for me though. Instead of getting teased and hurt, I was just completely ignored. Which still wasn't much better. I only had three friends. One was my brother, Momiji, the second one was the boy, whose name I still didn't know, and I had made a new friend, her name was Tohru Honda. She was the only one outside of the Sohmas, that knew about the curse. I'm cursed with the spirit of the rabbit like my brother. Actually, that made me think. How come I hadn't transformed when I hugged the boy that day? Either the curse broke that day, or he was a Sohma too. I wish it was the first. But most likely not. I decided then that I would ask the boy what his name was, although it would be quite weird for me, because the only people that've heard my voice lately are Tohru and Momiji.