The Rabbit, the Violinist, and the Tree Runner
Author's Note: Sorry these are so short they seemed longer on my iPod. Enjoy!
Martella- Our World
"Hey look guys, it's the Chubby Bunny," I Harris a sneering voice call out my childhood nickname. I don't look up knowing very well who the voice belongs to. Rosie Everhart and her annoying twins Margaret and Ella. Rosie is my kindergarten enemy who crowned my Chubby Bunny. I was fatter back then and I did wear pink rabbit PJ's to school but come on that was 10 years ago.
Now I'm normal size and wear sweats to sleep. It doesn't matter the name stuck either way.
"Hey whatcha doing their Fat Hatter?" I look up from my sketchbook, then continue drawing my picture of a broken pocket watch. I didn't care what they called me but I have to hand it to that jack wagon, Fat Hatter was pretty creative. I don't let what anyone else thinks bother me, I only care what I think of myself or at least that's what I try to think.
"I said, what are you doing?" she commands.
I hug my sketchbook to me thinking they'd take it but, they go for my viola case instead. I jump up dropping my sketchbook "Hey, give that back!" I demand, reaching for my instrument.
"I don't think so. Let's see...oh I know what to do with it. Margaret, Ella grab her. Make sure no one can hear her either." They tackle me to the ground before I can reach Rosie. I cry out but they take my jacket that was laying beside me and use the sleeve as a gag. Rosie drops the case to the ground and begins to open it. I toss and turn but they have too good a hold on me. I watch, useless, as Rosie removes my viola.
"I just know you're going to love this," she smirks as she raises the viola over her head then brings it down on the nearest rock. I scream through the gag, tears streaming down my face as I hear the deafening crack of wood and strings snapping.
"Look how beautiful it is now, Fatty. Let's go girls," she waves them over. They drop me like a piece of trash, like an old toy broken and dead. I fall on my knees burrowing my hands in my face, trying to keep tears from falling onto the destroyed instrument.
I pack it up into the case, gently as if holding a baby bird. In the distance I hear the bell ring for the next class but instead of going towards the school I pack up my things and run into the forest.