fruitsbasket

You cried out in pain as yet another person slammed you into the lockers. "Stupid slut." "Why don't you just die already?" "No one likes you." You sighed, wincing as you rose to your feet. You where used to this, it had been this way since you moved here three years ago. You where different....a lot different. Your hair was platinum blonde, you where tall and skinny, but the thing that was strikingly different was your eyes, you had beautiful aqua blue eyes, almost as if an artist had painted them with the brightest hues of blue and green he had. You where just too different for everyone....no one liked you. Or, so you thought. Around the