clarias
clarias
*Sees daisy crying and was going to her room quietly, with her head down*
Dad
HEY! DON'T YOU HAVE ANY EXPLANATION TO GIVE US? *Angry*
Mom
*consoling daisy* HOW CAN YOU LEAVE YOUR SISTER GETTING BULLIED, YOU WITHCH!!!
Dad
*grabs a stick* GIVE ME YOU HAND
Dad
*starts beating her with the stick hardly*
clarias
*hands became very red*
Mom
Don't worry my baby, *Hugging daisy*
Dad
This should teach you a lesson!
Dad
NOW GET OUT OF MY FACE *ANGRY*
clarias
*leaves quietly to her room*
Dad
Baby would you want to eat out?
Mom
Yes! That's a great idea!
clarias
Tomorrow's going to be better
Clarias walks down the hallway, clutching her books tightly. Grace and Rosalie, leaning against the lockers, spot her and approach with sneers.
Grace
*Mocking* Hey, Clarias! Did you fly here on your broomstick today?
Rosalie
*Snickering* Careful, Grace. She might cast a spell on you!
Clarias keeps her head down, trying to pass them, but Grace steps in her way.
Grace
*Leaning in* What's wrong, Clarias? Cat got your tongue, or are you just too witchy to speak?
Clarias sidesteps them and runs to her next class, her heart pounding, and continues to her next class. The laughter of Grace and Rosalie follows her down the hallway.
Clarias enters the classroom, trying to find solace in her studies. But her relief is short-lived as Clara and another student, Mark, snicker from across the room.
Rosalie
*Whispering loudly* Did you see her hair today? It’s like a bonfire.
Grace
*Laughing* More like a cursed flame. Watch out, or she might burn you.
Clarias tries to focus on her notebook, but their whispers are relentless. The teacher is oblivious, organizing papers at the front of the room.
Mrs.Carlee
*Turning to the class* Alright, everyone. Open your textbooks to page 42.
As Clarias reaches for her textbook, she finds a note inside with the word “WITCH” scrawled in large, red letters. She swallows hard, blinking back tears.
At lunch, Clarias sits alone at a table, pushing her food around her plate. Grace, Rosalie, and their friends approach, their trays loaded with food.
Grace
*Smirking* Mind if we join you, Clarias? Or are you too magical for company?
Rosalie and the others laugh as they sit down, crowding her. Clarias stays silent, staring at her tray.
Rosalie
*Leaning in* What's wrong, Clarias? Not hungry? Maybe you can brew yourself a potion instead.
Clarias picks up her tray and stands to leave, but Grace grabs her arm.
Grace
Where do you think you’re going? We're just having a little fun.
Grace then pushed Clarias, and she fell with her tray, Clarias pulls free and runs away, leaving their laughter behind her.
The final bell rings, and Clarias makes her way to her locker, hoping to leave quickly. As she opens it, a shower of red-painted paper bats falls out, landing at her feet. Grace and Rosalie appear behind her, giggling.
Grace
*Mockingly* A little decoration for your locker, witch. Do you like it?
Rosalie
*Laughing* Yeah, it matches your hair.
Clarias clenches her fists, fighting back tears, and gathers her things. She closes her locker and heads for the exit, feeling the weight of their ridicule pressing down on her.
As Clarias walks home, the echoes of their taunts follow her. But despite the constant bullying, a small spark of resilience keeps her going, hoping for a day when the cruelty will end.
clarias
*lying on her bed* Tomorrow will be better
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