Disclaimer! I do not own PJO! If I did, I would have made Leo have a happy past! On with the flashback! Don't forget to submit OCs!
It was sixth grade. Most of the kids went back to ignoring me after elementary school. But my main tormentor, Evan, wouldn't stop. So right before finals, he stomped up to where I was about to sit down in the lunch room and pulled the chair out from under me, causing me to fall and nearly spill my open lunchbox all over the cafeteria floor.
"Oops, I didn't see you there. Maybe you should wear brighter clothes so I can see you." He taunted. I never wore bright clothes after my mom died. Everybody knew that.
"Stop it Evan." I growled. I pulled the chair out of his grasp and sat down, undoing the lid of a container holding broccoli.
Evan looked at my choice of lunch. Broccoli, coleslaw, a sliced kiwi, a thermos of lentil soup, and a small cup of rice pudding. "You eat that stuff? That's nasty! The trash has better food in it! You should eat that instead!" Evan harassed me.
Without turning around, I snapped back, "Well, if you proclaim inedible objects and bits of discarded nourishment have the necessary elements for consumption, why don't you eat it yourself? Besides, the food I consume enables my intellectual capabilities to greatly surpass much of the schools, even more so of your own. I highly suggest you walk away before this progresses into a fight. I know that you prefer using your fists to communicate over verbally expressing yourself, as the only thing that comes out of your mouth is codswallop."
Evan stepped back, stunned as that is the most I had ever said in school, then got into a sloppy fighting position before unleashing the most overused middle school 'insult'. It actually insulted me though, because it hurt me so much to remember. "Yeah, well, your mom!" His voice rose in volume quite quickly.
As soon as those four words escaped his lips, I was standing. My eyes narrowed under my hood. I turned around slowly. "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Again." I growled quietly, walking around my chair to face him.
"What'd you say, little freak?" Evan taunted. Moments later, I was eye-to-eye with him, fury flickering wildly in my eyes.
"I said. DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!" My voice resonated through the cafeteria as I smashed my fist into Evan's nose as hard as I could.
My singular action sent the entire lunchroom into an uproar. I ended up getting expelled for sending my ex-tormentor to the hospital with a broken nose and two knocked-out teeth, but it was worth it.
No one messed with me after that, at least until eighth grade when some jerks tried shoving me into a trashcan in an alley behind the school. But that was a different story.
So, it's short, I know. But it's an important bit of background. So… OCs. I need them!
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