Draft
clarias
I am weary of this life's relentless pain, where shadows linger and hope is in vain. Let me fade into the night, where torment ends and peace takes flight. *in mind*
Grace
*Tauntingly pours water over Clarias* Here's a little magic potion for you, witchy!
Water drips from Clarias's hair as she remains motionless, her silence louder than their jeers.
clarias
I feel sick...*Whispering*
Rosalie
*laughs* Oh, listen to her! The little witch wants sympathy now."
Grace
Poor Clarias, can't even handle a little teasing.
Clarias closes her eyes, a tear escaping down her cheek, but she remains silent, her heart heavy with unseen wounds.
Daisy
*enters* HEY! girls, come the class is going to start soon *looks at clarias and rolls her eyes*
clarias
*Looking at her sister, Daisy*
Grace
*kicks clarias* See you later looser!!
Rosalie
*mockingly* Be sure the make the portion I asked you to prepare witch!
clarias gets up and walks over the mirror, she looks at herself
clarias
I guess now I have to go to class
clarias walks to her class after drying herself.
As she entered the classroom, the hum of hushed voices and suppressed giggles met her ears. Making her way to her usual seat at the back, she stopped in her tracks. Her desk was covered in red scribbles, chaotic lines and harsh words scrawled across the surface. "Witch," "Freak," and other cruel insults stood out starkly against the pale wood.
The giggles grew louder, a cruel chorus from the other students, each whispering and glancing her way. Clarias's heart sank as she realized that even here, in the supposed safety of her classroom, the bullying continued.
Grace
*Whispering to another, barely containing their laughter* Look, she finally found her magic desk.
Rosalie
*Giggling* Yeah, it suits her, doesn't it?
Just as Clarias was about to sit down, trying to ignore the cruel remarks, Sophia, her only true friend, walked in. She immediately noticed the scene and the way everyone was looking at Clarias.
Sophia
*angry* What's wrong with you all? Can't you see this isn't funny?
Sophia's voice cut through the laughter, a sharp note of defiance. The room fell into a startled silence as she glared at Grace, Rosalie, and the other students.
Mrs.Carlee
*Addressing the class, noticing the tension* Is everything alright here?
Sophia
Ignore them. They're just jealous because you're stronger than they are.
For the first time that day, she felt a flicker of hope, knowing she wasn't completely alone. She sat down quietly at her desk, Sophia taking the seat next to her, a comforting presence by her side.
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