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Ayyy I got the motivation for a backstory so here we go! ————————————————————————— /!\ This story has some vivid descriptions of bullying, some might find this triggering you have been warned /!\ ————————————————————————— Cherry was born into a small family, she had an older sister, Bella. They both grew up together next to the beach. Their father often took them both sailing, Cherry always found most interest in this, while Bella found surfing more fun. When Cherry went into high school, she found that she never had enough time to keep sailing. As she came closer to her senior year her life took the worst course. Cherry would always come home with a new bruise or cut. She would cover it up as ‘clumsiness’ or ‘gym’. When really, she was being thrown into lockers or being tripped, only to fall into concrete. Cherry played it off like it didn’t hurt, but it did. When Bella caught wind of this she tried to talk to Cherry, but she denied it. She pushed on, continued to get up after she fell down, suffering in her silence. She came home every day, worse and worse. Cherry had reached her last straw, and finally asked Bella for help. After a month of training, faking, and more pain, it was the last day of school. She had come up with a plan to start a huge fight, right before the final bell. Cherry would show all of the staff what they were too blind to see. Cherry stiffened as she looked at the clock. 2:30. She would have to start in five minutes. She took a deep breath, it was now or never. The teen scanned the hallway, which was buzzing with students ready to get out of there. Cherry spotted the group who she was going to have to provoke; The Cheerleaders. Cherry gaged at the thought of even breathing their perfume filled air. She particularly hated these girls, they looked like they were straight out of a 80’s teen movie. Slowly she made her way over, her muscles tense with fear. “Hey ladies!” She hissed, “I got a call! It was the 80’s asking for their hair styles back!” Cherry heard some laughs, but also gasps coming from the crowd. The group looked over at her, making her feel the center of attention. “Oh so little shy has a voice? Well I think you were better of without it, hun.” The ‘head’ of the group sneered. ‘Crap, I didn’t realize that /Bailey/ was going to respond.’ Cherry thought. “Well honey, not everyone is that sensible. At least I’m not fashion blind. I mean come on, do you see anyone else wearing bright neon pink.” Cherry remarked. “We-,” Bailey began. “Well what? Are you just coming to realization? That’s kinda pathetic.” She sneered. “Oh shut up will you?” Someone named Patricia hissed. Patricia was one of the girls who was on her hit list, so that made everything easier for Cherry. “Well why don’t you come over here and try!” Cherry challenged. This was it this was the moment she had been waiting for. The petty cheerleader threw herself at Cherry, not knowing what she was about to get into. Cherry slid out of the way at the last second letting Patricia to hit the lockers on the other side of the hallway. While The cheerleader was stunned, Cherry threw herself on Patricia, pinning her to the tiles that decorated the floor. “Now how about you try me again.” Cherry hissed. Just as the cheerleader was about to respond school staff gathered around Cherry, prying her off. The teenager was escorted to the principal’s office, with the group of cheerleaders behind. ‘click’. The door shut silently behind them as they entered Mrs. Bloom’s office. “Cherry, what was /that/.” Mrs. Bloom asked. “Well if you’re seriously that oblivious, you should go back to preschool. It was a fight, which I had every right to start.” Cherry remarked. “Cherry-.” Mrs. Bloom began. “No, you have no clue what your petty girls put me through for the past year. So I don’t want to hear it. And if you’re so curious why do you ask them. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a sailboat to dust off.” Cherry said.