A/N: This chapter is dedicated to everyone who's been bullied, or who's currently being bullied. I've been there, I've felt the pain, we don't need to bee cool kids, becasue they wouldn't bully us if we weren't COOL enough to outshine them. :)
Cool Kids
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."
-ECHOSMITH
Flashback (4 years Earlier @ Alice Private Middle School; New York USA)
“Isn’t she weird? Look at those hair!, it’s fiery!”
“I’ve read in a book that a person, who has that hair color, is a son of a demon!”
“Maybe she’s adopted? Her dad is blond! Her mom’s hair is not fiery orange! It’s red!”
Every single day, that’s the scenario here. She enters the room, or sits quietly in her chair, not bothering with the whisper’s she’s getting.
For some reason, I was the one who’s very affected in here. Not because we’re both Japanese, but because I was sitting behind her. I can hear, clearly the words that these ignorant bastards are saying. Can’t they just get it over with and just say it straight into her face?
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