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Rebecca Greece - Draft one
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She was normal. An average teen. Sort of.
Rebecca suffered from bullying. As well as a sick like color on her skin. She always looked tired, was thin, and her hands seemed to be backwards. None of this bothered her, however. Even when she was bullied.
Something noted about Rebecca, she couldn't feel love or mental pain. Every other emotion was there.
She had no friends, but was okay with it. She got more done. She had to, for living alone. Running from a broken family.
Oh well she thinks. Rebecca then takes a blade and adds more cuts to her bedroom wall. 'How convenient was it that this wall used to be red she thought.'
Rebecca, although a good student couldn't sit still. More than half the girls were absent in her class. That left only under ten girls, including herself. Most of the class was boys on a regular day, so it was distracting as a lot of the boys had strange hairstyles. Or tattoos, who knew if they were fake?
One, two, three she counts more cuts on the wall. 'Today was odd. I was not doing school work, but watching the boys!'
Somebody was following close behind her. Then ran past Rebecca like she was a ghost.
The blade was used today not for marking her walls but cutting Rebecca's hair. After all, she let it grow to her knees! Too long too long she thinks, cutting more bits of her straight, odd red-brown colored hair off.
'Now I know those footsteps' they grew louder.
"Hey! You should cut your hair more often." A bully said after pushing Rebecca aside. A second bully came, and held her. Then a third bully, with a lighter, said "Or, better yet, keep it short." He lit the ends of her fine, silk, hair. Little by little, her hair burnt from her waist to the middle of her back before she ran. It kept burning, but not faster, more slower. She turned and ran backwards. And tripped. The ends of her hair landed in a spill of medium, pink paint.
At least the bullies left
She closed her eyes, entered the restroom, and braced herself for the sight. Her rose colored eyes opened. 'This. . actually. . looks. . it. . it fits me!' She thought "This color matches well! I must find the color in hair dye it is that good!" She paused. Then ran to her closet. She found a dark grey dress with an oddly made, half heart. She then found matching socks. Then after awhile of searching through her drawers, she found a gradient, dark to light, red choker After putting the outfit on, she went back to the restroom to see herself. 'At least they did something right.'
Nobody recognized her at first, but soon saw Rebecca as the same person but with a fitting style.
'Now I know what love feels like.' She thinks. 'I LOVE this outfit!'
But unrecognizable, she was unaware. She just thought of herself. Happy, except, she wasn't smiling.
Note : this is a draft so I'm almost certain there's grammar mistakes. These are (hopefully) fixed in the next drafts as well as more detail added. In total there are currently four drafts including this one.
#RebeccaGreeceStories
© ms160
She was normal. An average teen. Sort of.
Rebecca suffered from bullying. As well as a sick like color on her skin. She always looked tired, was thin, and her hands seemed to be backwards. None of this bothered her, however. Even when she was bullied.
Something noted about Rebecca, she couldn't feel love or mental pain. Every other emotion was there.
She had no friends, but was okay with it. She got more done. She had to, for living alone. Running from a broken family.
Oh well she thinks. Rebecca then takes a blade and adds more cuts to her bedroom wall. 'How convenient was it that this wall used to be red she thought.'
Rebecca, although a good student couldn't sit still. More than half the girls were absent in her class. That left only under ten girls, including herself. Most of the class was boys on a regular day, so it was distracting as a lot of the boys had strange hairstyles. Or tattoos, who knew if they were fake?
One, two, three she counts more cuts on the wall. 'Today was odd. I was not doing school work, but watching the boys!'
Somebody was following close behind her. Then ran past Rebecca like she was a ghost.
The blade was used today not for marking her walls but cutting Rebecca's hair. After all, she let it grow to her knees! Too long too long she thinks, cutting more bits of her straight, odd red-brown colored hair off.
'Now I know those footsteps' they grew louder.
"Hey! You should cut your hair more often." A bully said after pushing Rebecca aside. A second bully came, and held her. Then a third bully, with a lighter, said "Or, better yet, keep it short." He lit the ends of her fine, silk, hair. Little by little, her hair burnt from her waist to the middle of her back before she ran. It kept burning, but not faster, more slower. She turned and ran backwards. And tripped. The ends of her hair landed in a spill of medium, pink paint.
At least the bullies left
She closed her eyes, entered the restroom, and braced herself for the sight. Her rose colored eyes opened. 'This. . actually. . looks. . it. . it fits me!' She thought "This color matches well! I must find the color in hair dye it is that good!" She paused. Then ran to her closet. She found a dark grey dress with an oddly made, half heart. She then found matching socks. Then after awhile of searching through her drawers, she found a gradient, dark to light, red choker After putting the outfit on, she went back to the restroom to see herself. 'At least they did something right.'
Nobody recognized her at first, but soon saw Rebecca as the same person but with a fitting style.
'Now I know what love feels like.' She thinks. 'I LOVE this outfit!'
But unrecognizable, she was unaware. She just thought of herself. Happy, except, she wasn't smiling.
Note : this is a draft so I'm almost certain there's grammar mistakes. These are (hopefully) fixed in the next drafts as well as more detail added. In total there are currently four drafts including this one.
#RebeccaGreeceStories
© ms160
