Because these things will change, can you feel it now?
-Taylor Swift

Abby stared dumbfounded as water dripped down her face and soaked her new blue shirt. She looked up to see one of Julius' friends which she hadn't even bothered to remember the name of.

"Wow, I'm sorry. I tripped," he gave a fake apologetic smile. She could hear the snickering from other tables, some of Julius' friends right out laughing and some kinder people looked at her sympathetically. Abby felt as anger raised through her and she could feel her cheeks burning with rage. She couldn't take anymore, not another day with those pig heads making fun of her, not another hour of people who looked at her and turned away thinking that she deserved it for shouting back -as if anyone in the room knew a single thing about her- and specially not another minute of sympathetic looks who couldn't care enough to do anything about it.

More than a month had passed since the Julius incident and that month had gone by in the same routine. At the beginning Abby had thought that people would forget about it and even thought that some would come to her side and be her friend. Hell, a companion in this eternal suffering was enough for her. Neither of those thongs had happened. People still looked at her like a freak and not one had offered to keep her company. She was already ten (in six months eleven, mind you), and even though she didn't like the concept of being alone it wasn't a totally new situation for her (which didn't make the situation any less dreadful).

She flicked her eyes at Julius and was satisfied when she saw a flicker of fear in his carbon eyes.

She looked at the boy with abhorrence, looking at his stupid smirk that showed disgusting teeth; at his cheap blue jumper and hideous freckled face.

Before she knew it she was grabbing him forcefully by the stupid boy's shirt and pushed him, making him tumble against the other boys. He looked at her with fear,

"What do you think you're doing you repugnant worm?" she hissed with the most malice she could muster. She then smiled at him with a sneer, "well, I couldn't expect anything more from a low-life like you. How is your mother, by the way? Still hanging at clubs? And your father, I heard he's hitting the bottle even more often these days". She raised her eyebrows in surprise as she assimilated what she had just said. How had she known any of that? She didn't know even the boy's name, even less his parents' life. She looked at him, desperate to have been wrong and see confusion in his face. But the only think he could see in the simpleton's features was embarrassment and hurt. Abby felt guilt rise in her system, a feeling she didn't feel very often, eating her as she took in the boy's affliction. She felt the apology burning in her throat but wasn't able to formulate the words. Instead she just turned around, determined to finish her lunch.

"Well, at least my parents love me" Abby turned around quickly, stung by those words. She gulped in the pain and was about to turn around again and go to her solitary table when the boy's next words came out. "You don't have even friends. It seems the only affection you can get is by paying for it. I bet she actually despises you, that baseborn scum".

The last thing she was aware of was of the noise of cracking bones and a sharp pain in her knuckles.

-Dreamsarewhatwemakethem-

You're in Junior high,she thought to herself while sitting on the swing. She felt her eyes sting with unshed tears so she bit her lip and crasped her hold on the swing chain. Her knuckles whitened with the force and her lip was starting to swell. You can't cry Abby, Sundays don't cry. Don't let them get to you, you're nearly eleven... Don't let yourself cry you pathetic creature!She repeated over and over again but her body didn't seem to care about her pride and dignity as rivers of tears started to fall down her cheeks and a chocked sob escaped from her sore throat.

She bit her lip, determined that if she had to cry she would do it in a dignified way so she ended up sobbing silently while tears continued to cascade.

When she found herself steady enough to not make a fool of herself and trusted that her eyes weren't bloodshot anymore it was already nearing dark. 'About six' she decided. Abby stood up and felt her knees wobble at the several hours of lack of movement. She then remembered Jane, was she looking for her right now? Were her parents looking for her? She felt a flash of contentment when she thought of that and started heading home. The park was a bit of a long way from home, maybe half an hour walking, but she knew how to get back. It wasn't the first time she run to be alone. Normally Abby would go to their swimming pool where she would feel all the stress wash away from her body but Jane could find her if she wanted to so when she wanted to be left alone, which happened a lot she would go to this deserted park.

Abigail was walking down the street to her house when she heard her name being called out in a desperately broken way. She turned around rapidly, unsettled by the voice, and when she faced the other way she was immersed in a bone breaking hug which she immediately recognized as Jane's.

"You naughty child! You nearly gave me a heart attack. Your mother received a call from the school and you didn't come directly home. I was so worried," she rambled while checking that nothing had injured her.

"I was in the park, I needed some alone time," Abby looked at her shoes and then up again, hoping to be forgiven. Jane sighed and started walking towards the house.

"Your mother will want to see you, let's go" Abigail followed her into the house and when they entered they were welcomed by the cooks and the cleaners, asking if everything was okay and saying how glad they were they had found Abby.

Too soon for her liking Jane knocked on the door of the living room and opened it, presented Abigail. She rolled her eyes at the old-fashioned manner her parents had to call their daughter in. Abby noticed surprised that her father was there, sitting on an armchair reading his newspaper. Her father looked up at Abby before continuing his reading.

Immediately after Jane left the room, and too fast for Abby to react a hand flashed and crossed her face. Abigail looked astonished at her mother who was carmine red.

"How could you do this to me?! Do you know the embarrassment I had to suffer when I had to talk to that boy's parents? I had to explain your behavior to them; it looked like I was the problem! You made me look like a fool, as if I don't know how to raise a child!" Abigail bit her tongue in order not to shout at her 'It wasn't you who raised me' she just clenched her fists, she didn't even bother to ask why she was acting that way in the first place. She stared at her mother as she started to sob and sat down in her own armchair with disgust.

At that moment Abigail's father decided to intervene:

"Darling, Harmony, calm down. What is she... thirteen already? She's old enough to know what she's doing." At that her father smiled at her reassuringly before restarting his reading.

"She's ten, Alfred! And she hit someone in the face! It made me look like a bad mother," she said while drying her cheeks with a handkerchief. "How will I be able to be seen in public again? Surely everyone knows about this incident already! It's the second time in three months I had to apologise to a parent on her behalf! It's ludicrous and undignified!" She resumed her sobbing in a much undignified way which Abigail thought was quite ironic.

Alfred sighed and folded his newspaper:

"Harmony, she's just messing around like a normal kid. Nothing's wrong with her, she's just having fun with her friends. She's in her rebellious stage, we've all gone through that." He winked at Abigail and she honestly didn't know what she found more dreadful: The fact that her mother only cared about how people saw her or the fact that her father didn't really care at all.

The cheeks of Abigail's mother turned red again and her eyes became fierce as she renewed her screaming, "She doesn't have any friends, and now she's going to leave ME with none!"

At that moment Abigail decided she couldn't stay in the room any longer or she would lose control of her tongue and body.

"Mother, father. If that's all I'll go to my bedroom" with that, she turned around with clenched fists and tightened jaw. As she left the room the last thing she heard was her mother shouting that she was going to bed without supper.

Abby ran up the stairs to her room and jumped on her bed. She grabbed her pillow and put it over her face, screaming as loud as she could. After she calmed down and all the nerves had faded away, she got ready for bed and tucked herself in determined to forget. Just as she was closing her eyes she heard her stomach grumble, reminding her she hadn't eaten anything since eleven that morning. Like if she could read minds, at that moment, Jane knocked and entered the room with a hot chocolate.

"I brought you warm chocolate; I thought you'd be hungry. You know, your parents do love you even if they don't act as if they did" with that Abigail felt anger run through her veins and before she could stop herself venom escaped her tongue.

"Just leave me alone! I don't want your hot chocolate, and I don't need you either. Just leave me alone already." As the words left her mouth she felt the same lump in her throat she had felt that morning when she said those dreadful things to Julius' friend and once again she wasn't able to utter an apology. Instead she just turned around and closed her eyes. "Two times in a day, this is not good, Abby"

Jane left the hot chocolate in Abby's bedside table and left the room with a low goodnight.

Before drifting to sleep Abby repeated four words over and over 'Take me somewhere better'.

That night was June 30th and just at the precise moment Abigail left the conscious world, a witch got ready to sweep the skies with a very important letter.