Guardian Angel [svt]

[Two]

School is the mini society that makes you learn many things, and one of them is that whatever you do, there's going to be some people that just won't shut up about everything.

But you didn't knew that, of course. At the time, you're only at a tender age of thirteen. The only thing you knew is that whatever the majority says, it's probably what everybody in the whole world thinks.

You’re never the rich kid that has everything, and that never really bothers you. You wear secondhand clothes, and other things you find comfortable in. You thought fashion were an interesting and unique way one could express themself, and didn't think seriously of it.

"Look at her clothes, disgusting. How could one wear something so ugly?"

You could see her trying to act as if she's just whispering, but failed terribly at it because the decibel of her voice has been configured so that now the whole hallway could hear her.

"I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that rubbish"

"I'll never even wear that even if I die"

The other girls added, while they laugh hysterically. Enjoying your expression while they keep increasing the sound of their laugh, so that the other people would stop and watch what they're laughing at.

The trio girls impudently called you out for being… well, you just minding your own business.

You're trying hard to walk past them without making any more problem, as this wasn't the first or second time this kind of thing has happened. Every whisper and every glare weighing you down to take another step.

You know they're just messing with you but couldn't help but accepting it as times goes by. Swallowing the bitter words that personify as the sharp glass that pierced through your heart.

But before you finally got away, another voice interfere. It was a boy with some piercing and a very unique fashion style. He almost looks like an elf, with pointed ears and thin limbs.

"Hey, you fake witches, wearing your fake dresses. You should save the sorry for yourself."

He then pointed to the rest of the girls that bad mouthed you earlier. His slanted eyes narrowing into a mocking gaze, while one corner of his lips curl upwards.

"And you? If you want to die, just die already. Don't use others as an excuse because nobody would want to live longer with a personality like yours."

The silent hallway were completely turning into chaos, and you almost swear you could hear an airhorn blaring into those girl's ear.

The fashionable boy turns to you and smiled cutely when the trio girls run away with flushed and annoyed face as people boo-ing at them.

"You're fabulous the way you are. Just keep doing you. Remember, we'll always be here for you"

He whispered, before walking away with pride. You watches his figure going further and further, and couldn't help but admiring his straightforward and blunt nature.

Although its a bit weird, you couldn't help but smile and stride to your next class through the horde of people with a much lighter step.

When you sat down on your seat in class, your mind travels back to the boy's words, finally interpreting his words fully.

"Wait, what does he mean by 'we'?"

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