Heathertail's POV
I can remember that February in fourth-grade, I never want to forget it…
I was sat alone, again.
The cold wind was blowing, again.
I was stuck outside, again.
All because some stuck-up fashion-crazed girls and rough boys had laughed at me for a full ten minutes.
Again.
I was sat on a bench alone, hugging my knees with my head downwards so no one could see my face. I didn't want them to. I didn't want to be seen crying and tortured once more again. It was cold and windy, and there was barely anyone around, just a couple of older students hurrying from shop to shop. I hope they didn't notice me. I hoped I just blended into the background, unloved.
When you are put through this so much, you get used to fading away and being ignored. It's being myself, being ignored, because if you try to be like them they laugh harder. I had my chance to be like them, but I didn't take it. I wanted to be myself. Well, now I am being myself, and being myself is being ignored.
When you're like me, you know your dos and don'ts. Don't annoy them. Don't interact with them. Don't be them. Don't let them see you. Stay quiet, stay down, and your reward is peace. Sure, I could leave this place forever and switch schools, but if this is supposedly the best school in the country, what happens in the others?
"Uh, excuse me? Are you alright?"
It took me a few seconds to realise I'm being spoken to, and my hopes of being alone drain away. Defeated once more, I looked up to see a golden-haired, strong-looking, amber-eyed boy. I recognised his face immediately; it's Lionblaze, Thunder team and captain of most things sports.
Oh no, I think, if he's captain of sports and that handsome, he's definitely popular, and definitely got some backup waiting somewhere if I slip up at all.
"O-oh, yeah, I'm fine…" I said, cursing myself for sounding nervous.
"A-re you sure? Are you not cold?" he pressed. He didn't sound aggressive, but my most valuable learned lesson was to not trust anyone.
"I-I...this happens a lot, I'm fine."
"This happens a lot? That can't be good…"
"You get used to it."
"No, it has to stop. What is it? Bullying?"
I didn't respond.
"It is, isn't it?"
"Well now that you've found out they're going to kill me."
To my non-surprise, he laughed. But when he spoke next, I was shocked. "Well I won't let them. Come with me, if they see me they'll go running."
He held out his hand. For a heartbeat, I could only gape, then I smiled, took his hand, and he walked me back into the school. Surely enough, one of the girls was leaning against the wall near the exit. She looked up, smirking, but then her eyes flicked to Lionblaze, widened, then she turned and hurried up the stairs.
"See, told you." he whispered.
"Thank you." I replied, leaning closer to him.
"Now what team are you?"
"Wind."
"What's your room number?"
"109."
"You don't need to be anywhere else do you?"
"No, I actually need to go there."
"Then let's go."
I felt an emotion that I had not felt in a long time blossom up inside of me as Lionblaze -still holding my hand- took me up the stairs. Happiness. Safety, and happiness. He walked me up the stairs, through another corridor, then up another flight of stairs as we reached the Wind floor. He took me right up my room door before turning to me.
"Hey...I never caught your name. I'm Lionblaze, who are you?"
"I'm Heathertail, thanks for taking me back up. I appreciate it."
"Heathertail's a nice name. I like it. I guess I'll have to go now. I'm room 405 if you need me by the way."
"Thanks."
I let go of his hand and went to open my door when he spoke again.
"Hey Heathertail? Do you wanna hang out in town tomorrow around noon? Maybe grab a drink or something?"
I smiled. "I'd love to!"
Hey guys, quick A/N
Would you prefer to see a more...evil take on Blossomfall or a normal one?
Review your thoughts please!
Peace out!