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Rebecca Greece - Official Story
Rebecca was like any other introverted teen, aside from her bright yet cloudy pink flushed cheeks clashing with her grey-ish tan skin, and thin figure causing her to appear sick, she showed as everyone else. Her eyes were a darker cloudy rose shade and always shown dark circles underneath, in contrast however, her hair was a decently bright red-ish brown color, and she never appeared to show emotion, with a dead locked straight face as a consistent expression, it was hard to tell if she even knew what emotion was.
Rebecca's classmates, teachers, and acquaintances were unsure of her future. She was so quiet that everyone could swear she were mute, she treated everyone as she would her own shadow. Nobody was really certain that Rebecca was human, real, or even safe. As far as her school knew, she just appeared one day. Teachers believed at times that she just walked in, asked for classes, and went on.
Often enough, teachers struggled to ask Rebecca to participate or assist with anything, almost as if they expected the quiet teen to suddenly turn into a beast, ready to attack at any moment of inconvenience. Some classmates would treat her as a ghost, or often enough forget she was in the room. A few admin in the school and general acquaintances would sometimes forget Rebecca even existed. This set Rebecca up to where nobody spoke to her, and she spoke to nobody in return. Aside from a few generic bullies, Rebecca was almost always left alone.
Aside from it all, during school hours, Rebecca found focus to come naturally while other girls gossiped or swooned over the guys in class. A pencil drop here, a pen click there, the natural class environment served as a decent replacement for white noise.
School days were easy for her, she got decent grades at the moments her teachers even remembered to grade her work, and despite being the basic class nerd, nobody ever asked that Rebecca help them with their homework. Rebecca was treated as much a shadow as she treated others.
When Rebecca returned home from school, she would find herself an easy meal then run down building she occupied alone that barely supported a small and old refrigerator that could barely keep the food cold. Aside from her fridge, all Rebecca had was a broken sink, a few essential utensils, and an old stove within her kitchen.
Her bedroom, which had a broken-down wall, merely fit in an old bed and a few dressers which were barely held together by...
Rebecca's classmates, teachers, and acquaintances were unsure of her future. She was so quiet that everyone could swear she were mute, she treated everyone as she would her own shadow. Nobody was really certain that Rebecca was human, real, or even safe. As far as her school knew, she just appeared one day. Teachers believed at times that she just walked in, asked for classes, and went on.
Often enough, teachers struggled to ask Rebecca to participate or assist with anything, almost as if they expected the quiet teen to suddenly turn into a beast, ready to attack at any moment of inconvenience. Some classmates would treat her as a ghost, or often enough forget she was in the room. A few admin in the school and general acquaintances would sometimes forget Rebecca even existed. This set Rebecca up to where nobody spoke to her, and she spoke to nobody in return. Aside from a few generic bullies, Rebecca was almost always left alone.
Aside from it all, during school hours, Rebecca found focus to come naturally while other girls gossiped or swooned over the guys in class. A pencil drop here, a pen click there, the natural class environment served as a decent replacement for white noise.
School days were easy for her, she got decent grades at the moments her teachers even remembered to grade her work, and despite being the basic class nerd, nobody ever asked that Rebecca help them with their homework. Rebecca was treated as much a shadow as she treated others.
When Rebecca returned home from school, she would find herself an easy meal then run down building she occupied alone that barely supported a small and old refrigerator that could barely keep the food cold. Aside from her fridge, all Rebecca had was a broken sink, a few essential utensils, and an old stove within her kitchen.
Her bedroom, which had a broken-down wall, merely fit in an old bed and a few dressers which were barely held together by...
