{{{after this chapter the chapters will come out more slow paced and less rapid, they only came out this fast bc I already made them and had the time to post it this week}} {{My fav chapter so far!}}} Chapter Five {Character point of view change to: new student} A girl with a sunflower yellow, too big sweater stood waiting for her bus. Her leather bag hung around her shoulder and her curly very dark brown–almost black– hair poofed around her shoulders and was very frizzy in the drizzle. It wasn’t supposed to rain today. She thought that it was just her very bad luck. First she moves far from her old place, leaves behind fake friends, her mom and dad, her old school and everything she knew. Now she lives in a foster house because her parents gave up trying to support her and didn’t treat her right and so, she was taken away or her parents gave up. Perhaps both. Before she could hardly afford school, on the weekends she’d be working all day trying to earn extra money and so eventually, it seems, everyone had given up trying to help her and her parents didn’t treat her the right way; and so her neighbours called her in, reported everything they saw. Her parents didn’t try to stop anyone, though they didn’t treat her right, they finally agreed to something she didn't want. She sighed. Nervously, she sat down on the bus. She didn’t know any other people there, nor did she know if she ever would. Why would someone talk to a new student? She thought, even worse, a black kid like me. On the other hand, rumours were beginning to start around her. She only heard enough to know that most of them didn’t really believe her ‘too tragic to be real’ story. The new clothes didn’t help. She scooched to the inside of her set, pressing against the walls. She pulled her small leather bag on her lap and looked down at it. A few stops later, two girls walked up to her, sat down in the seat across from her. One with dark straight brown hair in the inside of the seat, the other with bright intense green eyes on the outside, both’s skin were almost as white as shells on an ocean floor. Oh great, bullies already. She would have preferred those intense green eyes farther away from her even if the other bully was worse. “I don’t care how much or what you say, anything just go away!Leave me alone! I don’t need any more bad luck!” A few tears trickled down her face as she said this. Really? Crying already? She scolded herself, wiping the tears off her cheeks. “Bad luck? Bullies?” the one with the bright green eyes asked. “Is that what you think we are?” “We didn’t even say anything yet. Do we look mean? Oh gosh, Jade do I look like a bully?” the one with dark brown hair and blue eyes said. “N-no, you're not bullies? Then why are you here? Why would anyone talk to me?” she looked up, surprised by this fact. “I’m not sure what you mean by that but yes, we wanted to introduce ourselves.” the green-eyed girl; Jade she recalled; said. “I’m Jade Stone, as you probably already know since Brook, here, mentioned.” She gave Brook a small frown before turning her attention back to the new girl. Brook nodded. “Are you sure she’ll be our friend, I mean, by most of us being an aulterhuman?” Brook said to Jade. “The choice is hers.” Jade smiled at her. “So, uh…” “Asahi.” “...ah sue hi?” Brook tried “Sorry.” Asahi shrugged. “Uh-saa-hee. Asahi means “morning sun” in I think Japanese?” “Cool! Mine means a gem, rock of course and Brook’s means a stream. And so, Asahi, join the group? Wanna be friends? I mean it’s up to you, no rush. We can le–” “Yeah, sure. Better than sitting here alone.” “Great! We’ll call to you from our table at the cafeteria, if we have the same lunch time, that is.” Jade said. “I’m excited! I do hope you're okay in what we are and do and believe and…” Brook sighed and then smiled. “I’m excited!” She repeated. “Me too,” Asahi said quietly.
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