Lucy stood in front of the highly curious class, feeling highly uncomfortable. She decided to wear a black hoodie shirt along with a shorts. She also was wearing thigh highs and boots. Her lilac hair was out and her fake piercings were lined on her ear."My name is Lucy Griffin...I'm from America, no I'm not British-" She added, seeing a blue haired boy raise his hand curiously. "My mom was though, so I have a bit of an accent. My mom was a really kind woman- She taught me how to play the violin. I really love her." She was snapped out of the happy thoughts of her mother from snickering. A girl with blonde hair scoffed with a sly smile on her face. "Look, girls, we've got momma's girl here!" She laughed, and some students followed after her.
Lucy didn't have the strength to fight back. "Please, settle down!" Her science teacher yelled, and everything went into a hush. "I'm sorry, Miss Lucy, continue." She nodded. She gave a weak smile. "I'm not very mean or anything, I think..." She murmured. Everyone could see the tiredness in her eyes; but it also looked like she was begging not to ask her about it.
Lucy took a seat next to a Victorian clothed boy. He seemed to have his head in the clouds. Lucy didn't bother him, if anything her mouth was shut the whole half of class. It was only until they had to try the experiment out that she lightly tapped him. He jumped. "S-Sorry for bothering you but...the experiment." She began, twiddling with her fingers. She has not talked to a human being in a long time. She was never that great with talking, but now...she's just...ugh.
"Miss?" Lucy was snapped out of her thoughts and slapped a hand to her forehead. "Sorry, I tend to do that." She mumbled, sitting up and touching things on the desk, confused and dazed. The experiment was quite simple; drop the metal rod into the tube and see how far the toothpick drives into the foam. "What's your name?" Lucy asked while dropping her rod. "Lysander. Yours?" He asked politely. "...Lucy...I said that in front of the class." She said, not really meaning anything from her tone. She just found it slightly amusing that he forgot. "Oh- Sorry. I often don't pay attention." He said, as he took the foam and other items when she passed it to him. "Don't worry, I do too." She smiled softly, and Lysander smiled back.
Class went swiftly, and Lucy stood. Walking out the class, however, she bumped roughly into someone. Falling on her rear, Lucy looked up hazily to see the blonde girl on the ground. "Sorry." Lucy blinked. "Watch where you're going, momma lover!" She hissed, standing up and brushing herself off. She loomed over Lucy. "Your mom was probably some slut, wasn't she?" She smirked. Lucy stood up, and was close to that snot's face.
"Yours was too, wasn't she?" She added innocently. "Don't get too cocky, new girl." She crossed her arms and turned on her heel. "Watch your back." Lucy didn't take this to heart. Honestly, she just wanted to avoid any confrontation. She sighed, and walked down the hallways. It wasn't until she bumped into yet another person that she got a tiny bit irritated. "Sorry," He heard a boy's voice say. She looked up and met gazes with lovely golden eyes. Golden eyes that reminded her of her mother.
She stepped back fast, and panted. "Sorry!" She exclaimed, and cupped her mouth. The next second, she could have sword she saw an image of her mother's flowing brown hair, and her bangs covering her eyes, followed by a burgundy dress. She saw that same crooked smile curl to her lips. She panted harder.
Mom?
Yes?
You'll be by my side forever, right?
Of course!
Forever and ever?
And ever, and ever.
The need to vomit overwhelmed her and she fell to her knees. Breathing heavy, she went on her hands.
Mom, so what's this thing called?
It's a violin, dearest Lucy.
It's so pretty!
Would you like to know how to play it?
YES!
The multiple and images of her grey skinned mother surrounded her, as she looked around. Dizzy. So damn dizzy. She felt light headed. She wanted to sleep. Slowly falling to the side, she didn't care if she was going to greet the hard ground. Maybe it'll bring her back to reality. The reality her mother is not coming back to her. Arms grasped her, and pulled her up onto its back. She couldn't see it, but this person had a nice smell.
It reminds her of her mother.
