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Rebecca Greece draft 4
She was pretty much like any other shy and introverted teen, however, a few things set Rebecca apart from most of her classmates and acquaintances. She had a sickly skin color and sort of dim, cloudy-rose eyes which always shown dark circles underneath. Her cheeks were always flushed bright yet cloudy pink and her hair was a bright red-ish brown, long and straight. She was very thin and most believed the young teen was mute.
This appearance and personality together caused bullying, which set Rebecca apart even more. She treated every person like she would a shadow on the ground and she treated her bullies like she would a bird in the sky. As the bullies persisted, others ignored her.
Some classmates Rebecca had would have trouble believing she was real or safe sometimes. Teachers always had trouble asking her to participate, it was as though the quiet teen would turn into some sort of beast the second anyone spoke to her.
When she went home, Rebecca went through the rest of her day with cleaning her baige wall only to mark lines on it. Candle light replaced light bulbs, book shelves replaced electronic devices like TVs. In her kitchen was an old stove, a fridge, no microwave, no dishwasher, a broken sink, and few utensils. Outside this run down home Rebecca lived in alone was a croaking garden, an old hose, an old well, and no sign of anybody living there.
Rebecca didn't see any reason why she should keep the house clean, as she had no friends to invite over, which she didn't mind. She had herself and her books. She had no family around her or living anywhere near her, her family was destroyed when she was young and when it was just a week before her 11th birthday, Rebecca ran away and has been living alone since.
She taught herself for awhile, met her neighbors and became known by them as someone who preferred time alone, changed her name, first and last, and managed to get a home for almost no fee as she was the only one who wanted it.
School days were easy, without friends there were no distractions. Rebecca got straight A's with no issues, which added more bullying. Rebecca expected that as the ''class nerd'' she would get people asking to borrow her homework or if she could do theirs, but she was treated as nothing more than a shadow.
When Rebecca finally cut her hair, that would be the last day it would ever be so long. Rebecca let her hair grow down to just above her ankles, she tripped over it constantly so finally gave in and got scissors and began to cut it. The weight fell to her feet and she was pleased once she was done.
Weekend came, Rebecca heard footsteps on her way back home from school, they were in a rush towards her before feeling someone tug at her and pull her back quickly.
"Well look who cut her hair finally! Not bad Bec!" Someone with a familiar voice mocked at her. Someone else walked in front of her, then Rebecca realized what was going on. As she looked up she saw the face of her most brutal bully, she noticed he was holding a lighter in his hands, passing it from one to the other.
"Hey, Bec, you wanna know what would look great? If you kept it short." He started up the lighter and brought it close to Rebecca before she knocked away her bully's accomplice and bolted. The fire hit her hair before she got loose and began to burn. The wind from Rebecca's running hit her hair just right that it slowed down the fire just enough. Rebecca wasn't watching where she was going, she was more focused on getting away, as a result, she tripped on a paint brush near a tipped over bucket of paint. Before she fell, she maneuvered herself to her back and her hair fell in the nearby spill of paint which only semi put out the fire on her hair but began to burn more and quicker. Her bullies came up and began stomping on it before she could get back up. This put out the fire but in turn, colored her hair with the partly burned paint. It was only temporary but Rebecca feared it ruined her hair.
The bullies beat at Rebecca a bit more, when they left, she almost didn't want to get up.
'The sooner I can get home, the sooner I can deal with this damage.' Rebecca thought as she dragged herself up off the ground. She rushed home, trying to avoid as many people as possible.
Once she was home and got inside, Rebecca sighed and slowly marched to her bathroom. She closed her eyes, bowed her head and walked in front of the mirror, when she lifted her head and her rose colored eyes opened, she saw her reflection and relaxed immediately. She stared for a moment before lighting up in surprise and glee. After a second, she then bolted to her room and into her closet to get out a short, grey dress with a bright red, swirled half heart, grey socks, and a gradient, crimson to pastel red beaded choker. She made sure her hair was dried completely and put on the outfit. After all was said and done, Rebecca walked back to her mirror to admire herself.
'I should try to find an actual hair dye with this color, it looks very nice. . Well. . at least they did something right.' Rebecca thought to herself.
Monday arrived and Rebecca marched into school. Everyone paused and stared. She looked so close to the same person they once ignored, but she was clearly someone new, someone more bold. The way she looked around the school, she almost seemed happier, almost. Even with clear glee and admiration in her eyes, Rebecca still wasn't smiling.
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This appearance and personality together caused bullying, which set Rebecca apart even more. She treated every person like she would a shadow on the ground and she treated her bullies like she would a bird in the sky. As the bullies persisted, others ignored her.
Some classmates Rebecca had would have trouble believing she was real or safe sometimes. Teachers always had trouble asking her to participate, it was as though the quiet teen would turn into some sort of beast the second anyone spoke to her.
When she went home, Rebecca went through the rest of her day with cleaning her baige wall only to mark lines on it. Candle light replaced light bulbs, book shelves replaced electronic devices like TVs. In her kitchen was an old stove, a fridge, no microwave, no dishwasher, a broken sink, and few utensils. Outside this run down home Rebecca lived in alone was a croaking garden, an old hose, an old well, and no sign of anybody living there.
Rebecca didn't see any reason why she should keep the house clean, as she had no friends to invite over, which she didn't mind. She had herself and her books. She had no family around her or living anywhere near her, her family was destroyed when she was young and when it was just a week before her 11th birthday, Rebecca ran away and has been living alone since.
She taught herself for awhile, met her neighbors and became known by them as someone who preferred time alone, changed her name, first and last, and managed to get a home for almost no fee as she was the only one who wanted it.
School days were easy, without friends there were no distractions. Rebecca got straight A's with no issues, which added more bullying. Rebecca expected that as the ''class nerd'' she would get people asking to borrow her homework or if she could do theirs, but she was treated as nothing more than a shadow.
When Rebecca finally cut her hair, that would be the last day it would ever be so long. Rebecca let her hair grow down to just above her ankles, she tripped over it constantly so finally gave in and got scissors and began to cut it. The weight fell to her feet and she was pleased once she was done.
Weekend came, Rebecca heard footsteps on her way back home from school, they were in a rush towards her before feeling someone tug at her and pull her back quickly.
"Well look who cut her hair finally! Not bad Bec!" Someone with a familiar voice mocked at her. Someone else walked in front of her, then Rebecca realized what was going on. As she looked up she saw the face of her most brutal bully, she noticed he was holding a lighter in his hands, passing it from one to the other.
"Hey, Bec, you wanna know what would look great? If you kept it short." He started up the lighter and brought it close to Rebecca before she knocked away her bully's accomplice and bolted. The fire hit her hair before she got loose and began to burn. The wind from Rebecca's running hit her hair just right that it slowed down the fire just enough. Rebecca wasn't watching where she was going, she was more focused on getting away, as a result, she tripped on a paint brush near a tipped over bucket of paint. Before she fell, she maneuvered herself to her back and her hair fell in the nearby spill of paint which only semi put out the fire on her hair but began to burn more and quicker. Her bullies came up and began stomping on it before she could get back up. This put out the fire but in turn, colored her hair with the partly burned paint. It was only temporary but Rebecca feared it ruined her hair.
The bullies beat at Rebecca a bit more, when they left, she almost didn't want to get up.
'The sooner I can get home, the sooner I can deal with this damage.' Rebecca thought as she dragged herself up off the ground. She rushed home, trying to avoid as many people as possible.
Once she was home and got inside, Rebecca sighed and slowly marched to her bathroom. She closed her eyes, bowed her head and walked in front of the mirror, when she lifted her head and her rose colored eyes opened, she saw her reflection and relaxed immediately. She stared for a moment before lighting up in surprise and glee. After a second, she then bolted to her room and into her closet to get out a short, grey dress with a bright red, swirled half heart, grey socks, and a gradient, crimson to pastel red beaded choker. She made sure her hair was dried completely and put on the outfit. After all was said and done, Rebecca walked back to her mirror to admire herself.
'I should try to find an actual hair dye with this color, it looks very nice. . Well. . at least they did something right.' Rebecca thought to herself.
Monday arrived and Rebecca marched into school. Everyone paused and stared. She looked so close to the same person they once ignored, but she was clearly someone new, someone more bold. The way she looked around the school, she almost seemed happier, almost. Even with clear glee and admiration in her eyes, Rebecca still wasn't smiling.
#RebeccaGreeceStories
© ms160
