Story: When A Bully Cries (chapter 14)

Authors: coures

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Chapter 14

Title: Chapter 13

[Author's notes: :D Updated at last. SOWEEEEE FOR NOT UPDATING. PLEASE KILL ME IF YOU WANT! D:]

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Chapter 13

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What do you do when a long time bully who tortures you, insults you, and sexually harass you from the time you met at seven years of age till your eighteenth year cries in front of you?

Answer.

You know, it’s getting kinda boring writing these things, but I have no choice since I don’t have any idea.

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“Mine.”

Green eyes were staring at me and all I said was that one word.

“Why is she staring at me like that?”

Even though she doesn’t express much of her thoughts through words, this time, anyone would have known that she wasn’t thinking of anything. Heck, even if she wasn’t that easy to read in the first place. Just by glancing at her for two seconds you’d clearly know that she was in a state of shock.

Her body stiff, like that of a stone statue frozen in time. Her soft, lips were parted a little ways and her eyes. Oh, those gorgeous, emerald eyes were wide with something usually from someone expressing surprise. 5 years of mapping this girl and I’m the only one who can see straight through her, it’s….

Complete shock.

I felt uncomfortable with it, if not a little uneasy, from her stare.

Did she think of me strange that I said a word such as that?

Maybe she did, for beings so small in a world so big the word felt bigger then what it was. I scoff at myself, it’s just a word. I haven’t even thought of my future and here I was claiming another human being with such a powerful word of possession. I guess it was a little bit too much for her.

“But she’s mine, She IS mine.”

I sound so selfish.

“No one will have her but me, she’s Mine!!”

Then her voice snaps through my head

“Why?”

I jerked, startled from my reverie.

Blinking a couple of times I see her again, still in her state of shock. Her warm skin is now a cool grey stone, her Emerald eyes blink slowly.

“Why?” She asks again.

“Because.” I say nonchalantly.

“Why do I even have to have a reason?”

We’re both sitting here, feeling grass under our bodies as the tree giving us shade from the sun looming above us through clear blue skies.

“I wonder… How did we even end up being here? Did I take her out here?”

It was weird because we always never go outside together. She always liked to be cooped up with her video games now a days and it’s too hot for me right now. Sweat was already dripping from my face to my neck.

“Why?”

I turned to her again, scrunching up my face.

“Why does she keep on asking me this question?”

Looking at her staring at me is annoying, I can\'t say that I don\'t really care if she does, because that would be lying.

All her staring is making me kind of embarrassed. She should really stop staring at me like that.

“You’re mine, because you’re mine.” I said as I faced her, but suddenly looking away.

I know this isn’t much of an answer, but what else am I supposed to say?

And it\'s not like I have to answer her right now. Heck, even if this was an easy question, I doubt I could answer it. I\'m only a little girl. I like different things and I don\'t have much reason to do what I want to do; Say what I want to say.

Maybe we should just stay here...

In this grassy field all day.

Maybe that\'s why we\'re here today. For some reason, I just wanted to sit at the park...

One day...

                …All day…

                               …Below the shade of a tree...

Just the right amount of heat flowing through the sun\'s rays... The view calming one\'s thoughts... And I just wanted to take you here with me, share this...

Perfection.

The perfect day and it’s mine as I watch the clouds slowly drag themselves carelessly with the wind, but then again... That wouldn\'t stop you from asking that same damn question…

             …would it?

"Why?" You say again, your voice wobbly.

"Why?" I say softly, almost drifting off with my clouded mind, I need wind. My eyes half-lidded, slipping into a peaceful nap.

For a few moments, I lingered in a state where I was half asleep and half awake... but again, I heard you. AGAIN.

"Why?"

I jerk out of my nap, opening my eyes fully, feeling a coldness that stung from your one and only word.

"Yes, why?"

I thought as I rolled my eyes.

"Seems that the only word you know is \'Why\'."


I don\'t look at you as I know you would be staring at me still. Trying to find comfort in watching a breeze push the clouds faster in the graying sky.

"Why?"

I flinch, trying to ignore your voice. I will just leave it to my imagination that you sound so wrenched in pain. You don\'t sound like you were about to cry. Even though I hear your teeth chattering, almost as if about to cry. This is just my imagination. You\'re not sad at all.

“Hahaha yeah, not sad at all.” You\'re still like always... right?

"WHY?!" You scream at me with a gut wrenching wail as I raised my knees in close to my chest, wrap my arms around it and rest my head on them just trying to block the sound of your voice.

"Beccccaaaauuuuuseeee?!" I said, dragging the word like a whiny child, my voice muffled by my arms.

"Why?"

“Why are you even asking me this?” I thought to myself, annoyed and gnashing my teeth silently.

"Why?"

“Do I even have to answer?”

"Why?"

“Why should I answer you?”

"Why?"

“Why can’t YOU tell ME the answer?”

"Why?"

“Why are you asking me this again?”

"Why?"

“Why are you doing this to me?”

"Why?"

"I’m scared, stop, please…"

"Why?"

"Please, stop asking me that."

"Why?"

"Stop it! I want you to stop!"

"Why?"

"STOP IT !! I DON\'T WANT TO ANSWER !!"




I squeezed my eyes shut, putting my hands to my aching head. So many words flying through my head. They made me want to vomit from the shear agony they\'re causing throughout my brain. So many questions that I couldn\'t answer, but they were all the same to me.

Why?

Why?!?


WHY!?!


Again I jerk as a hand squeezes my shoulder. I was sitting in our classroom, my hands hurting, my nails colored red. In front of me was a desk, it was my desk. I blinked as a drop of blood hit the space between both of my hands touching the wooden desk.

Blood?

The room was filled an orange tint of hue as dusk set and another person.

“What am I going to do with your silly bitch-ass Serenity?! What did you do to her?”

That voice?

“Hey! Look at me bitch!” The hand jerks me back around, the chair I’m sitting on screeching a shrill noise as I turn to see long golden hair, just like mine. A pair of clear cerulean eyes, a high nose, the same pale white skin as mine and a fist coming right at me.

Porsia.

Her punch connected with my mid section. I would have tried to block if I wasn\'t as spaced out and confused.

“I think your game with that little boy of yours was too much. I don\'t know what your problem is with that sick head of yours, but don\'t fuck up that kid\'s head. You hear me?!” Porsia screeched. This time surprise made me immobile as to let her push me back hard into a group of chairs and desks.

"And here I am, seeing this? THIS." Porsia spread her arm wide through the chaos that was strewn all over the classroom. The desks and chairs looked as if a hurricane passed through them.

I tried to regain some sense of what was going on, but even though I kept on blinking, everything before this was just blank.

"You know, it\'s a good thing your dad can tolerate you. If he didn\'t you\'d be all alone now, because your mother didn\'t even want you." she approached me, then kicked me in the stomach.

I calmed down through the pain after a few seconds of sitting surrounded by chaos and this monster of a person in front of me.

“What the fuck do you want?” gritting my teeth as I glared at her from my position. Chairs were all over me and I had my arm on one of the desks.

I looked around trying to find something. I don\'t know what.

"Oh, are you trying to find your little boy?"

My eyes widened.

Clair!

I searched through the classroom but, when I saw that she wasn\'t around, I worried.

I faced Porsia with another glare. "Where\'s Clair?"

She slowly blinked at me like she couldn\'t believe what she was hearing. “I saw her running out of the school like the devil was chasing after her.” Touching her index finger to her chin and stared at the ceiling like that of a person in thought. "Weren\'t you the one earlier who was with her?"

Then it hit me.

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"Clair, why haven\'t you grown your hair out yet?" I pouted at her.

She stared at me and I rolled my eyes. I was really getting tired of her not talking. We were in 6th grade. Gosh, she should be out of that silent phase of hers by now. Although I could understand her even though she doesn\'t say much, it would be nice to be able to hear her voice once in a while.

I rolled over on her bed as she finished packing her bags

"You said last time that you would." I pouted more, but then she sighed.

I let the silence linger until I gave up for another day.

"Fine, come on. Let\'s go to school before we\'re late to classes." I sat up then jumped from the bed.

We were in Clair\'s house like always. Clair\'s room was a mess today, I puffed. She\'s been too addicted to those games she\'s playing now. She won\'t even spare me a look sometimes when she\'s so into playing them. I trudged through all the books and games lying about surrounding Clair\'s room.

"Clair, you should really clean up a bit now. Stay away from anything till you clean half your room later, alright?"

She was in the middle of opening the room to her door and raised an eyebrow at me. She was pointing out that I\'m acting like her mother again and I rolled my eyes at that.

"Don\'t look at me like that! You have to admit, your room is pretty messy. You\'re not usually like this and it\'s bad to always have step on something and maybe trip, you know." I said, trying to prove my point.

She just sighed again and waved at me to get out of the room. I walked out of her room, pinched one of her cheeks and quickly ran down the stairs, feeling warmth on my face. It was odd to feel like that, but Clair is just so cute.

She\'s getting a bit taller than usual though. Usually, I don\'t see much of a difference in our heights. Now I think she\'s grown quite some. Or I\'m just running out of inches to grow out off.

I made my way to the kitchen and saw Clair\'s mother working up a batch of pancakes.

"Hi Miss Richard!" I greeted, then sat down on a chair.

"Hi Serenity, dear. You and Clair ready to go off to school?" Clair\'s mother asked as she faced me.

She was in her nurse uniform and probably going off to her work at the hospital. Her hair, the same as Clair\'s dark brown locks, was in a messy ponytail.

"Yes, Miss Richards." I smiled as I replied.

"Do you need a lift to school? I know it\'s really just like a walk through the park, but I\'m heading that way anyways, so why not?" She said, as she put a tall stack of pancakes at the center of the table.

"Sure! It would be nice to have someone as pretty as you drive us to school, Miss Richards." I giggled.

"Oh dear. Why thank you for the compliment, Serenity, but I think you just see me as is because I make you breakfast every now and then." Clair\'s mother laughed and pulled out maple syrup from the fridge.

"Maybe, but it IS because you\'re pretty and you\'re kind enough to let me eat here, Miss Richards." I smiled again as I stabbed a fork through some pancakes.

I actually eat breakfast at Clair\'s house every day.

Well, it\'s not like I can\'t eat at home. It\'s just that I don\'t have anyone to eat with at home. Father always goes on and on about business now a days that he ends up sleeping until lunch. Sometimes he even has to leave really early because of work so he eats breakfast at his office.

Soft footsteps were heard then there was Clair sitting beside me. She was wearing one of her baggy shirts that was colored a dark shade of blue with a hoodie and women\'s jeans. She was grumbling about that all week since her mother wouldn\'t buy her, her normal men\'s pants. It looked really great on her though. It was fit enough for anyone to see her developing curves. Her face was shining today. Her emerald green eyes sparkling and there was a slight curl at the side of her mouth hinting of a smile.

Must be the pancakes. I thought.

I figured since she was grabbing most of the pancakes from the stack at the center and the maple syrup was close to gone when she put it on the table. She can be so obvious. I bet she\'d look really nice if she\'d just grow her hair. Imagining those soft curls her mother has on her cute baby face, I\'d probably squeal. I inwardly sighed again.

After our pancake breakfast, we all went to Miss Richards\' yellow Beetle car and drove off to school. We arrived at school shortly, said our goodbyes to Clair\'s mother, then went to pass through the school gates.

Walking through the halls, I hung my arm through Clair\'s shoulder gently, trying to find my way to her locker and mine.

It wasn\'t long till that monster ambushed me and Clair.

Porsia tripped me with her foot and I squeaked, but didn\'t fall as I held onto Clair\'s shoulder almost dragging her down with me.

"Hey, little boy." she snickered looking at Clair, not even paying attention as I glared at her.

I saw Clair blink then to my surprise, in a soft voice I heard her say "Hey".

I stilled, shocked.

What?

Slowly, I blinked too, and turned my head to look at Clair. She was looking at Porsia.

What did just happen?

There I was, shocked to the core, and she\'s just standing there looking at that blonde bimbo like it was normal for her. Normal? For her? To SAY something?

I felt bad.

I know she talked to Porsia last time too.

I heard it all.

It was only because she was surprised right?

She was caught off guard at the time.

It was only an accident.

As thoughts ran through my head, the bell rang.

I jerked from my thoughts realizing that classes were about to start. With that, I hung my head low and grabbed Clair\'s arm to our classroom. Porsia lazily followed behind us.

The teacher was already there, but was still preparing some of his things. I took Clair and made her sit right next to the chair where I sat. Some students were still filtering through the classroom one by one. The teacher began class. After a minute or two of talking in front, he turned to the blackboard to write something.

I looked at Clair to see that she was getting a notebook out in case we have to copy something. She looked at me and I raised a brow, it was probably gonna end up being filled with doodles. She smiled at me sheepishly, but went on to draw her doodles anyways.

I faced the front again, seeing the teacher writing an equation. He was a bald guy, he still had some hair, but not really much. He\'s not fat, but just a bit on the chubby side.

Then something caught my eye. A pink furry thing twirling on the end of a pen. Slender fingers moved. It was connected to a blonde I knew very well.

Porsia.

My thoughts rang through my head again.

I convinced myself over and over again that Clair just had a little blunder, that it was nothing.

But why did she talk now?

I know she talked to me too, but that was only once and I\'ve known her long enough for her to at least say a word to me.

Why did she talk to Porsia?

It\'s not like we know her very well. She\'s been on the sidelines for over a year now. She\'s done nothing. Nothing but be a pest in my life that just won\'t go away.

Am I thinking of this too hard?

Was Clair saying a word just a mere hallucination?

But why did she look like... she wanted to talk to Porsia?

The bell ran again. It was lunch already. How time could pass by so quickly when one is in thought.

I looked to see if Clair wanted to eat inside the classroom, but I was surprised again. Clair wasn\'t in her seat.

I panicked.

Standing up quickly, my seat slammed to the floor and my desk screeched from the sudden movement. I rushed out of the classroom trying to find some peace with my mind. I ran and ran, trying to find her through the large school. After 20 minutes or so, I still ran. My lungs burning, sweat sticking to my face. Another 10 minutes more, I ran out of steam and tried to calm myself down. I thought again.

Maybe if I tried really hard, she\'d talk to me. About why she talked to someone.

Maybe if I tried really hard, she\'d talk to me. About why she talked to that girl.

Maybe if I tried really hard, she\'d talk to me. About why she talked to Porsia.

Maybe...

If I tried really hard...

She\'d just talk to me...

Only me...

I wouldn\'t mind if she talked about nonsense

No, I wouldn\'t mind at all.

She just has to talk to me.

Yes, only me...

So I wouldn\'t feel so strange...

So... bad.

So...

Hurt.

"So, little boy. You want to know about all the dirty things about Serenity?" someone said then snickered. It came from behind a door to an empty classroom.

Dirty things? My eyes widened.

I slowly creeped before the door and opened it slightly without making any noise.

I saw the familiar blonde hair, that snobby little nose and the blue eyes.

It was definitely Porsia.

"Yes."

Then I heard another voice. It can\'t be.

My whole body froze and my mind went blank.

It was Clair.

As Porsia talked all about the nitty gritty stuff she made up in her head and finished I heard her again.

"Why is she like that?"

Porsia answered her question again then they conversed about me. I kept hearing her voice throughout the time I got there to the point where the bell rang indicating that lunch was over.

I hid behind a corner as they scurried out of the empty classroom being filled by other students.

I didn\'t know what I was feeling.

Everything seemed as if it was white.

My whole body was trembling.

My head feeling light headed.

My nails were unexpectedly digging through the palm of my hand. I didn\'t even feel the red liquid sliding through my soft skin.

Everything was going through me, but what I really felt...

Was nothing.

I was... blank.

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I sat through class arriving after Clair and Porsia was seated. Clair was giving me this look. This look like she... pitied me. Why was she pitying me, I don\'t know. All I could do was sit there in front of my desk, straight as a wall.

Trying not to move. Trying not to breathe. Trying not to feel anything.

The bell rang again. It was the end of the class. Everyone was filing through the door, happy to go home.

Then... Everyone was gone.

Gone, except for me... and Clair.

She was puzzled.

I know.

She was standing there beside me.

Even though I just sat there, my head facing the front.

She didn\'t know what was going on.

I don\'t know either.

The only thing I knew is that I\'m starting to feel again.

The strangest feeling, I\'ve felt it before. It hurt so much. It was clawing through my chest. I clenched my fists, my nails hurting my tender palms once again. Gritting my teeth as a wave of dampness started to work its way through the corners of my eyes, but I didn\'t let them. I squeezed my eyes so hard, my head started to hurt. I was light headed like earlier and then it all just blew up as a soft touch landed on one of my clenched fists.

I stood up, my chair crashing to the floor again. I shoved my desk away bumping other desks and creating mayhem.

Clair had flinched back on my sudden outrage. My breath was ragged. It was too fast, but I couldn\'t stop.

I clutched my chest with my right hand.

That feeling...

It just wouldn\'t go away.

I wanted to vent.

I was trying to keep it in.

Trying to hold it in.

But then...

She touched me.

She touched me AGAIN.

I felt the softness of her fingers through my arm, but I didn\'t want it.

I don\'t want it.

Don’t touch me.


Not right now.


Not when I feel so...


I grit my teeth so hard I wondered why they never cracked at the force I put through my jaws.

So hurt.

And then... I saw my hand slowly reaching Clair. She didn\'t run. Of course she wouldn\'t. I grabbed her shirt by the shoulder then tossed her, through the rows of desks. She tried to get up, but the pain made her slow. By the time I walked to her, she was only half way to sitting up.

She looked at me scared and unsure of what to do.

"Why?"

Why?

Why what, Clair? Why what?


I looked at her without emotion, then bent down clutching the front of her shirt trying to get her up. When she finally stood though, I slammed her through other desks. Then I did it another time and then another. After the last one, she didn\'t even try to get up. She just laid there sideways on a bunch of strewn desks and chairs, breathing raggedly through the pain.

She turned her head slightly as I stood before her.

"W-why?" she said, pain clouding her speech.

Why?

Why?!

WHY?!

IS THAT THE ONLY THING YOU CAN SAY TO ME?
I screamed through my head.

I kicked her. Everywhere.

I\'m your only friend! I should be the one asking you that!

She wrapped her arms around her body and went into a fetal position, trying to block my kicks.

Why don\'t you TALK to ME?

I put more force to my kicks.

Why is it SO HARD saying one word or even two words to me every now and then?

I kicked her until she lay on her back still breathing raggedly.

Why is it that it hurts so much?

I fell to my knees to look at her. Her face was twisted. Tears dripped through the corners of her face. Pain was evident through her eyes. Her arms were limp to her sides seeing that I\'ve stopped my torment.

But I wasn\'t finished.

I placed my hand to the side of her head leaned in and....

Kissed her.

It wasn\'t a gentle kiss.

I bit her lip till it bled. Hearing her squeals of pain.

I gripped her jaw with both of my hands to open her mouth.

My tongue dragging hers through mine then biting it too.

Then devoured her lips like a man in a desert drinking the most wonderful tasting water.

She scratched the skin through my jaw. A felt a trickle of blood gathering from the slight scratch, but I didn\'t stop the onslaught. I kept on kissing her. Devouring her. Draining her. Absorbing her essence.

She\'s supposed to be only mine.

I\'m the only one who can hear her voice.

I\'m the only friend she has.

Me.

Not anyone else.

Not someone else.

Not her.

Only me.

I bit harder on her tongue and I tasted blood again, her whimpers of pain only making me bite harder. The fingers gripping my jaw tightened again and drew more blood. I want to her every little thing that passes through her lips. No one else will hear it.

Only ME.

Dragging my lips off of her, I rearranged myself and straddled her waist. I could feel the fast pace of her chest moving up down below me. I grabbed at her shirt, trying to rip it off of her, wanting to feel her skin.

Clair wasn’t cooperating so it was hard. She was in a daze, her eyes fogged by pain, tears, and something else. I got frustrated so I bent my head down bit an end to her shirt, then tore it in the middle.

My head was so heavy. I looked through the expanse of Clair’s torso. Her tiny breasts moving through the wave of air flowing inside her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t really need it because of her baggy clothes. Every inch of skin she had. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was so perfect and it was mine.

“Mine.”

I growled, clawing at her breasts, then scratched her skin till red welts and droplet of blood formed from Clair’s skin. She squealed again from the pain and more tears flowed out of her. She kept on squirming to find a way out of my scratching hands to no avail.

Still she kept on until she managed to turn around. Her back was still covered by her shirt, but I pulled it off of her easily.

More pale skin was shown as her back was bare for my eyes to see. I leaned in and bit her neck from behind her, followed by me scratching her more on the back.

She screamed softly, sobbing now. Her voice was hoarse from crying through the pain.

After a while, I stopped to breathe. My teeth on her neck, bloody. My body sticking close to her, exhausted. Having her warmth all over me, hearing her ragged breaths, feeling all of her movements…

I just calmed back down.

I slowly unlatched my teeth off of her neck and licked the wound, then just lay there for seconds, minutes, and maybe hours.

Maybe, it was more like just a moment.

She stopped sobbing then, only breathing with me.

“W-why?”

I flinched.

“Why, Ser?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.

“Why?” I heard pain coursing through her voice.

I rubbed my head on her shoulder, not wanting to say anything.

“Why?” she wailed at me.

I DON’T KNOW.

She moved slowly, trying to get up. I eased up off of her and sat there as she stood with her torn shirt in her hand. She managed to cover herself with it then got her bag out of the scattered piles of wood that was our desks and chairs. Still I sat there. Not knowing what to do. What to say.

Once she got her bag, she went to the door, and stopped.

“I hate you.”

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“What did you do to her, Ser?” Porsia asked me with disgust.

I hung my head, trying to block out everything.

“Nothing.”

There was movement on her foot. I knew what was coming.

Sudden darkness.

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I opened my eyes abruptly, feeling warm. My hair was all over my face and I blew them off with a puff though they still landed on my face again. I tried to sit up from whatever I was lying on.

Soft comforts, sheets of fabric all over me.

Of course, I’m in bed.

Half sitting up, I found myself in a darkened room.

There was however a hint of sunshine peeking through the curtains of my large windows.

I sat up fully and tried to get most of my hair out of my face looking through the unknown room. It was vaguely familiar, but it wasn’t.

I got up from the bed, turning my legs from the comforts of the warm blanket and stepped into the cold floor trying to find my way out of the room. I was confused for a moment, but the confusion suddenly disappeared as my surroundings began to clear again.

Walking my way up to the door, I turned the knob and was greeted by the blinding sun. Squinting, I tried to give myself a second or two to readjust my vision, then went out of my room through the door.

I passed by the carpeted halls, seeing doors to the left and right of me. I paused as I had a glimpse of a person through a wooden door. It was same color as the other doors, same shape, same size. The person inside though, was rather special to me. I quietly eased myself inside and looked at the man sleeping on his crossed arms on a large, wooden, mahogany desk.

I sighed inwardly. Looking at him, I knew that there would be another round of complaints about stiff necks throughout lunch later on. It was lucky for me though, that today was the first day of classes.

I smiled as I pulled out a large blanket from a closet near the man’s room and draped it all over him. I kissed him on the forehead and he stirred.

Quietly creeping my way out of the man’s room, I started to get ready for school.

Walking back to my room, I turned on the shower and got a fluffy white towel. I stopped to look at myself at the mirror. Long golden hair. Longer than it was last year or the year before. Black eyes stared at me, my eyes. Dark pools of obsidian being shaded by long lashes. A straight nose. High cheek bones. A strong jaw and a small, tiny scar.

I closed my eyes and sighed. It was no use brooding over it. So I turned to the showers to get on with the day.


Walking through the gates of my school, the students stopped in the tracks gazing at me. I guess I’m still as popular with my beauty as ever. Going inside the school I passed through so many lockers. They were different than the ones on the elementary section. Taller to contain more books.

Sifting through my small bag, I searched for the note that contained the information where my classroom was.

Room number 314.

Staring at the number to the nearest door I can see, it indicated that I was close. The door said room no. 308. Number 314 wouldn’t be far I suppose.

Passing through the halls, I saw most of the students gazing at me, others walking with no care in the world, and some just hanging close to their lockers and classrooms.

I arrived at my classroom as the bell rang a tune. It wasn’t like that of the old bell.

As everyone passed through my classroom door, my teacher found me waiting at the side.

“Ah! You must be the transfer student the vice principal was talking about. I dare say, come into the classroom, young lady. I’m your new teacher by the way, Laury Adams.” Said the old eccentric woman, smiling.

Without giving me the time to reply with a greeting, she pushed me through the classroom door.

“Dear children, good morning. I want you to meet a new student. Would you like to introduce yourself, miss?” She said to me again, smiling.

Facing the entire class, I looked through the random people staring at me. I was about to introduce myself but then…

Then… I caught a glimpse of her from the corner of my eye.

Long curly brown locks, close to black it seems, flowed through feminine shoulders. Her emerald green eyes shining as she watched the blue sky through a classroom window. Her cheeks tinted with red as that of roses. Her chin set upon her slim fingers. Her neck as elegant as the last time I gazed on them.

She turned her head then…

Blinked.

Her mouth agape.

Her eyes widened.

Her throat moving as she gulped.

Even so, I thought she was beautiful.

“Hi, nice to meet you all. My name is Serenity. Serenity Grace Rendle.”

Then I smiled. A very evil smile. This year would be very fun.

[End notes:

Q___Q I finished at last. Maybe I will finish another chapter in a year. Lol.

If there are some errors please inform me. Q_Q I hate errors. For that I will kill myself. Oh and actually, Serenity's nickname which is "Ser" is pronounced as Seh-r? Mkay? :D It just sounds nice in my head. ._.

]

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