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This is the short story I sent in to a contest (the one that I won the mini-PC from). Do note that english isn't my mother-language, so there will most likely be some errors. Please, bear with that...
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JASMINE Silently, Eira was sitting by herself behind the schoolbuilding, listening to her freestyle, while playing on her GBA. It were actually time for lunch, but she didn't care about that. It were enough with an apple, the she would be able to handle the rest of the day. ”Stupid boss,” she muttered and turned of the game. She sighed deeply, before she threw one look around the corner. Hidden under the basket-square's stand was the demons of the school standing, smoking. She leaned back and sighed again. Every recess, she had to hide from that gang of girls, to avoid getting bullied. Bullied because she wasn't as slim as them, didn't like the same stuff, and was clad in black. Another sigh, before she went back to listen to the music.
Hilda was bored. An another day of fake smiles and the buttkissing. Just because her mother was a senior manager at the town's best work-place. The parents of the other students thought they would get some benefit if their kids became her friend. She kicked irritably a stone and leaned against one of the trees behind the school. It was then she heard two girls talking. "Aw, man, that Hilda is so damn annoying." "I know, but we still have to be with her. Otherwise, our parents won't get a raise." Even more annoyed, Hilda struck her fist against the tree and walked quickly to the next lesson. "False clowns," she muttered.
When the girl-gang had left, Eira dared to go to the art-class. She stepped quietly into the classroom and sat down as usual at the back of the room, where she had her back free. Last month, someone had put a chewing-gum in her hair, and she did not want to experience again. When all students were in their places, the teacher started handing out papers. "Today, I want you to draw how you feel," she chirped with her usual sunshine smile. Eira sighed. She liked to draw, but not in on demand. But since there was no point in whining, she took the pen and put it to paper.
"What the heck?" Hilda thought when she heard the task. "How we feel?" She glared suspiciously at the paper. Would she draw so that she felt now, as they would probably send her to the nuthouse. She let the gaze wander around. Everyone was drawing sunny, happy faces. "I am surrounded by clo ..." Then she knew what she could draw.
At the end of the lesson, everyone got to put up their pictures on the wall. Eira sat quietly hers at the bottom of a corner. Her image showed her lying under a star-filled sky in a winter landscape and a great blue moon. The text "I'm lost in a deep winter sleep, I can't seem to find my way out alone" was written at the bottom. Then her eyes fell on a different picture. There was a girl who looked annoyed and lonely. Or she was not quite alone. Around her was a bunch of grinning clowns.
Hilda was silent as she looked at the pictures. "Check out the emo's picture," the boys whispered to each other with a grin. Hilda blinked irritated. She hated when someone used words like 'emo' as an insult. What was so wrong with being different? She then looked at the winter-picture. It seemed to be filled with loneliness. She looked over her shoulder and saw a girl in black take her backpack and leave the classroom. She heard someone talk about her picture, but she did not care.
A few hours later, the schoolday was finally over. Hilda was waiting for a bus while she hummed one of her favorite songs. Suddenly she saw in the corner of the eye that the girl in black was fleeing from the girl-gang. Without hesitation, she hurried after them.
After a few minutes, Eira was out of breath from all the running. She looked up and saw a safe staircase. If she just got in there, she would be safe. The girl-gang didn't dare to go into others staircases. But before she got in, the girls caught up with her and surrounded her. She stood pressed against the wall. "Heading somewhere, fat-emo?" one of them asked. Eira was quiet. She tried to find a way to get away. She knew it was useless to believe that anyone around her would help. As long as it wasn't in one of their staircases, so they didn't want to be involved. "How about we give her our special treatment, girls?" Eira knew exactly what that meant.
Hilda stopped to catch my breath. She looked around, and saw the girl-gang surround the girl in the black. One of them tore the backpack from her, while the others picked up stones. "What the?" Quickly, she looked around for someone that could help, but the area was almost completely empty. Panicing, she saw only a last resort, but she had to hurry. "Ready!" the leader exclaimed.
"Ready!" Eira got ready for the stoning. She crouched with her hands to her face, trembling. "Throw!" The girls threw their stones at her. KLANG! it suddenly sounded. Then silence. "What ... happened ..." Eira lowered her hands and looked up, confused. Before her was an another girl with a lid of a garbagebin in her hand. She had used it as a shield when the stones came flying. "But, what ar ..." began the leader, but was silenced by the girl's dark eyes. "Get out of here!" She hissed angrily. Terror-stricken, the girl-gang turned on their heels and ran away. Eira was still confused because no one had helped her before. Not even the teachers. Well, her family had supported her, but no teacher had taken it seriously, of course there was no bullying at the school, according to them. "Are you okay?" the girl suddenly asked. "Huh? Um ... yeah," Eira said after thinking for a second. She stood up and brushed off the dirt. "...Um, thanks... for helping me." The girl put the lid back. "You're welcome. Could not just stand and watch." She turned to Eira. "If you want, I can follow you home, just in case." "If that's okay with you, then sure," said Eira. The girl smiled and thought for a moment. "By the way, my name is Hilda Blom," she said, holding out her hand. Eira looked at her and took her hand. "Eira Stjerndal."
The next morning. Hilda walked through the hallway to the classroom. She noticed something unusual. None of the clowns was talking to her any more. "Maybe they got my message with the picture," she thought with a smile. When she opened the door, she saw that Eira was sitting at her desk, listening to her freestyle. She smiled and waved. It was an honest smile. Hilda smiled back and sat down on her seat. When she opened the lid, she saw a small jasmine-flower and a note: "Do you want to be my friend? / Eira".
Eira was a bit worried, because no one have ever wanted to be her friend before. According to her mother, the jasmine was a symbol for friendship, so that was why she had given one to her classmates before. But they had always shook their heads, stucked out their tongues at her, or used any other ways to say no. When she saw Hilda look over her shoulder, she swallowed nervously. But instead of the ordinary, she smiled, gave the thumb up and formed "Sure" with her mouth. Eira lit up with happiness and responded with a thumbs up as well. Now the recesses would guaranteed to be much more fun. For both of them.
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Thought of these two songs when describing the images in the story; Olivia Lufkin - Winter sleep tATu - Clowns (can you see me now?)
Would be very glad to hear what you think cat_3nodding
Cygnus_Pisces · Sat Mar 31, 2012 @ 01:45am · 0 Comments |
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