Forsaken Angels:
Chapter VI—Friends
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A/N: I had this written out…it deleted itself. I hate you computer.
Disclaimer: @.@;; Jhonen has now taken over my computer. He is truly evil.
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School is in. All the children are running around with their little groups. And I am alone…as always.
I'm too tall for my age to be considered ten. I'm too thin to get any looks past pity or scorn. I am alone as always.
Mother told me if anyone of the children tried to be mean to me, I should tell her. She would go to the principal and put a stop to it. But that would only make it worst. I know she's just trying to protect me from the harsh world, but she cannot protect me from the cruelty living in all humans.
On the subject of home, Father pulled an all-nighter. Mother said it was for me. She told me he works hard so I can go to school. Mother is beginning to wear less than motherly outfits. Make-up is on full now, making her look horrible. She has a natural beauty that I love…why hide that?
Child-me asked for me why she is doing this. She replied it was for me.
Everything is for me. So…why do I feel so sick?
"NNY!" A voice cries over the crowded playground. I look up to see someone running towards me.
He is wearing thick glasses that have red hair mashing against it and the freckles behind them. His outfit is something that would get the shit kicked out of him; red suspenders to match his hair connected to jeans, blue-green plaid shirt, and the infamous geek-shoes. This kid looks too sickly to be running as he is, but Child-me says nothing.
"N-Nny!" He pants out. "H-How a-are y-oo-u?"
"I'm fine." Child-me smiles. "How are you, Kyle?"
"I-I'm f-fine, t-too." Okay I was wrong. He wasn't stuttering because he was out of breath.
"That's nice."
"J-J-J-Jo-h……Nny…I t-think w-we s-should…"
The bell rings before he finishes. We enter the class to see Ms. Bitters [5] sitting at her desk, her hands folded.
"Now, children, it's time for today's lesson." I sit down next to Kyle. "How the universe will eventually implode upon itself!"
Paper bits are thrown at me and Kyle throughout the lesson. The teacher doesn't care. Snickering is heard. I growl loudly.
The bell rings and we are set free. The teacher is still talking about "doom," though.
Running out of the school, we hear voices yell toward us.
"HEY, JOHNNY! KYLE!" Both of us turn to see a large kid walk towards us with his little gang. Just perfect.
"What do you want?" Child-me asks. Hostile if only for the sake of Kyle.
"Y-y-yes…w-w-what…"
"Oh shut up four-eyes! Not like you can get a decent sentence out." He pushes Kyle down onto the cement. "Faggot."
It seems "faggot" was around even when I was a child. Does the taunting ever end?!
"He is not a faggot! You leave him alone!"
"YOU SHUT UP!" He turns his full attention on me. "No one cares about the opinion of a stick."
Laughter. Cruel, harsh laughter.
"S-Stop l-laughi-ing a-at Jo-Joh…Nny!" Kyle got up off the ground and glared at the boy.
"Nny?" The laughter stops momentarily.
"Y-y-yes."
"You two made little nicknames for each other. How cute."
"T-t-that…"
"THAT'S NOT IT!" Child-me yells, furious they would pick on Kyle. "We haven't done anything to you guys! LEAVE US ALONE! Or…"
"Or what? You'll call the teachers on us?" More laughter. "Kyle, you are just lucky your sister is pretty or we would really mess you up. However…Johnny…or rather Nny…has no reason to be safe."
"N-NO!" Kyle stood up. "Y-y-you d-don't h-hurt h…"
"T-talk f-faster." He mocked.
God how I wish I had my knife. Assholes like this need to die a slow, painful death!
"KYLE!" A voices stop the taunting. I finally see why they were concerned about Kyle's sister.
She has long red hair that is tied in two braids. Probably fifteen years old with deep green eyes looking at her brother in concern, hardly taller than I am (which does nothing for my self-esteem). Her outfit is just a yellow dress with dress shoes.
She runs over towards us, kneeling down to her brother.
"You assholes leave Kyle and Johnny alone!"
"They started it!" The boys countered.
"Sure they did! You get outta here before I call the principal on you three." They growl before walking away. I'm sure if she wasn't as pretty as she was, they would probably start picking on her.
Dusting Kyle off, she looks at me. "Are you two alright?"
"U-u-uh h-huh."
"Thank you, Celia."
"No big! You are my brother's little friend after all." She nodded a bit. "Can't let them pick on you like that."
"I-I k-kn-now…but I-I'm not st-stron…"
"It has nothing to do with strength." She looks at me deeply. "It has to do with you wanting to stand up for yourself. Don't let them walk all over you."
The school day ends with Celia driving us home. I'm sure she didn't mean to start what she did.
She told me to stand up for myself…I'm sure she didn't want me to go killing those who made fun of me. Oh well…shit happens.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome!
[5] I couldn't resist!
It was the only way I could think of having Johnny getting his nickname. And yes, I hate this chapter too. I hate them all. Shoot me?