Chapter:
Chapter 2:
- Daren's POV -
She was remarkably pretty. Marianna outshined every girl in the school with her radience. Her brown hair was accented with red. Her golden eyes seemed to be filled with mystery. She was wearing a black and blue sweater with a black tank top underneath, her black jean skirt was paired with black and dark blue striped stockings, and black converse. Marianna held herself with an air of royalty, which some probably mistook as arrogance, but there was something different about her that separated her from all the snobby stuck up girls. I think she is alone, so she comes off as stand off-ish so people won't see her suffering inside.
She sat on the floor next to her locker, leaning her head against the door, and looking off into space. So I walked over and sat next to her. She didn't even flinch.
It was during lunch and the halls were empty except for us, and so I thought that she might respond this time.
"Umm, hey." I whisper. She turns around slightly. "Are you okay, Marianna?"
"Please, do not call me that." She said, despair deep in her voice. Her eyes clouded over and it looked like she was going to cry, but she didn't. It was torture watching this scene play out before me.
"I am sorry." I look away awkwardly. I can't believe I am here aplogizing to some girl I don't even know because I said her name. This girl is psycho, and yet I can't leave her alone. It's like I have some magnetic pull towards her.
"It's not your fault. No one knows what happened and no one cares to listen either. I'm just the freak that no one cares about."
"Please. Please, do not say that." I touched her shoulder. I shuddered, not because it was cold or extremely hot like the humans around it was warm, it was normal. Her skin was like mine except she was a little less tan. She turned around and gaped at me.
"Who are you?" She mouthed. Then she shook her head, "What are you?"
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This is a short chapter, I know. Sorry.
I'm writing the next chapter right now so... yeah.
LAL (Loves A Lot)
Fleur