One Shots (Every Centric)

Part 1: True Colors

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In the bustling ecosystem of the high school, survival of then fittest.

There was no doubt that Hanni was barley surviving. the second encounter between Hanni and Danielle was a stark juxtaposition of their worlds. Danielle, a radiant center of gravity, sat amidst a throng of friends, their laughter reverberating like a joyful symphony. The vivid contrast between their gaiety and the solitude of Hanni and Dani was striking. These two outcasts had found their designated refuge: a nook outside the cafeteria, an area notorious for its adjacency to the unsightly dumpsters.

Hanni, nursing her anxieties and insecurities, couldn't help but fixate on Danielle, a study in elegance amidst her animated friends. It puzzled her that Danielle hadn't touched her lunch, each bite abandoned mid-air as laughter overtook her. The enigma of it all left Hanni in a contemplative haze, a trail of unanswered questions swirling in her mind.

Haerin, on the other hand, was deep in the world of "Twilight," the book of their generation. In a moment of shared vulnerability, Dani's voice cut through the air, breaking the silence that had engulfed them. "Isn't it weird how Bella accepts how messed up Edward is in the first book?" she mused, her gaze locked on the pages. "He reveals his true colors, and she's all for it, not scared or acting differently."

Hanni's eyes shifted from Danielle to her thoughtful friend, a mixture of intrigue and empathy in her gaze. Haerin's commentary on the book's themes carried a depth that reached far beyond the pages. She sighed and continued, "I know it's unrealistic and cheesy, but why can't the world be like that?" With a wistful look, she raised her eyes from the book, seeking connection with her confidante.

Hanni's gaze roved across the courtyard, taking in the stark social divisions around them. Cliques formed impenetrable walls of exclusion, defining the often harsh reality of high school. The wind played with Hanni's hair, tousling her bangs, as she pondered her friend's question, both girls yearning for a world where acceptance trumped judgment.

With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her unspoken desires, Hanni finally responded, "I don't know." Her words hung in the air, a fragile bridge connecting the dreams of two outsiders to the reality of the teenage world.

Hanni's attention returned to Danielle, who, like a beacon of light, defied the overcast day. Her hair danced in the wind, framing her in an ethereal glow, an enigma of charisma. Hanni's voice dropped to a mere whisper, almost lost in the currents of the breeze, as she revealed her innermost wish, "I wish I was like her." Her self-doubt bore heavy on her as she uttered the heartache of feeling like an outsider. "I'm just a non-beautiful monster," she confessed, the vulnerability of her words accentuated by the contrast of her longing gaze and the perfection she saw in Danielle.

In the bustling hallway of the high school, she navigated the sea of students, her attire a testament to her introverted nature. A black turtleneck concealed her hands, the sleeves extending to obscure her fingers. Her long jeans brushed against the floor, concealing her trusty black Converse sneakers, worn from years of companionship.

Amid this ocean of teenage anonymity, misfortune struck as she collided with another student. In the ensuing chaos, her glasses, her essential lifeline to the world, and a stack of precious books tumbled from her grasp, scattering across the unforgiving linoleum. In that heart-wrenching moment, time seemed to warp and stretch, rendering each passing second an agonizing eternity.

Some passersby couldn't resist the allure of schadenfreude and chuckled at her predicament, while others, oblivious to her plight, continued on their way. As she sank to her knees in desperation, the blurred world around her offered no solace, just a cruel reminder of her visual impairment.