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Rebecca Greece draft 3
She was a teen like any other, almost.
What set Rebecca apart from most was her sickly skin color and strange cloudy rose eyes which always shown dark circles underneath. Her cheeks were always flushed bright yet cloudy pink and her hair was a bright 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 of Rebecca had trouble believing she was real sometimes and teachers had trouble gathering up courage to ask her to participate as though the quiet teen would turn into some sort of beast.
When she went home, Rebecca would follow her day with cleaning and cutting lines into her beige wall which was painted crimson red underneath. Candle light replaced light bulbs and book shelves replaced TV. 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 sigh of anybody living there.
Rebecca saw no reason to keep the house clean as she had no friends which she didn't mind. She had herself and her books. Her parents and family were nowhere to be found, the entire family broke into pieces when Rebecca was a few months from 11 years old. Just a week before her birthday, Rebecca ran away and has been living alone since.
She taught herself for awhile, got acquainted with her neighbors, 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.
Most school days were easy, without friends there were no distractions. Rebecca got straight A's with hardly a problem, which of course 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, this is when she realized she was treated as nothing more than a shadow.
The day Rebecca finally cut her hair 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 next day, on her way from school, she heard footsteps in a rush towards her then felt someone grab her.
"Well look who cut her hair finally! Not bad Bec!" The voice of the person holding her came through. Someone 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.
"You know what would look great? Is 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 anyway and began to burn it. The wind hitting her hair from Rebecca running was slowing the burn but not putting out the fire. She wasn't watching where she was going and tripped. Before she fell, she maneuvered herself to her back and her hair fell in a nearby spill of paint which only semi put out the fire on her hair. 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 as well. It would only be temporary but the color, Rebecca feared would look terrible in the meantime.
Before they left, the bullies beat at Rebecca a bit more. Once they did leave, she almost didn't want to stand up but she did anyway.
'The sooner I can get home, the sooner I can deal with this damage.' Rebecca thought. She rushed home, trying to avoid as many people as she could. When she got inside she sighed and slowly marched to her bathroom. She closed her eyes and walked in front of the mirror, when her rose colored eyes opened in a cringe before she saw her reflection and relaxed. 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.
The next day, Rebecca walked into school. Everyone paused and stared. She looked so close to the same person they once ignored, but she was clearly someone new. She almost seemed happier, almost. Even with clear glee and admiration in her eyes, Rebecca still wasn't smiling.
#RebeccaGreeceStories
© ms160
What set Rebecca apart from most was her sickly skin color and strange cloudy rose eyes which always shown dark circles underneath. Her cheeks were always flushed bright yet cloudy pink and her hair was a bright 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 of Rebecca had trouble believing she was real sometimes and teachers had trouble gathering up courage to ask her to participate as though the quiet teen would turn into some sort of beast.
When she went home, Rebecca would follow her day with cleaning and cutting lines into her beige wall which was painted crimson red underneath. Candle light replaced light bulbs and book shelves replaced TV. 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 sigh of anybody living there.
Rebecca saw no reason to keep the house clean as she had no friends which she didn't mind. She had herself and her books. Her parents and family were nowhere to be found, the entire family broke into pieces when Rebecca was a few months from 11 years old. Just a week before her birthday, Rebecca ran away and has been living alone since.
She taught herself for awhile, got acquainted with her neighbors, 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.
Most school days were easy, without friends there were no distractions. Rebecca got straight A's with hardly a problem, which of course 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, this is when she realized she was treated as nothing more than a shadow.
The day Rebecca finally cut her hair 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 next day, on her way from school, she heard footsteps in a rush towards her then felt someone grab her.
"Well look who cut her hair finally! Not bad Bec!" The voice of the person holding her came through. Someone 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.
"You know what would look great? Is 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 anyway and began to burn it. The wind hitting her hair from Rebecca running was slowing the burn but not putting out the fire. She wasn't watching where she was going and tripped. Before she fell, she maneuvered herself to her back and her hair fell in a nearby spill of paint which only semi put out the fire on her hair. 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 as well. It would only be temporary but the color, Rebecca feared would look terrible in the meantime.
Before they left, the bullies beat at Rebecca a bit more. Once they did leave, she almost didn't want to stand up but she did anyway.
'The sooner I can get home, the sooner I can deal with this damage.' Rebecca thought. She rushed home, trying to avoid as many people as she could. When she got inside she sighed and slowly marched to her bathroom. She closed her eyes and walked in front of the mirror, when her rose colored eyes opened in a cringe before she saw her reflection and relaxed. 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.
The next day, Rebecca walked into school. Everyone paused and stared. She looked so close to the same person they once ignored, but she was clearly someone new. She almost seemed happier, almost. Even with clear glee and admiration in her eyes, Rebecca still wasn't smiling.
#RebeccaGreeceStories
© ms160
