clarias
As Clarias walks through the hallway, her steps are cautious. Grace, Rosalie, and Clara wait near her locker, smirking as they spot her approaching.
Grace
*smirks* Here comes our favorite witch. Did you bring any new spells today, Clarias?
Rosalie steps forward and deliberately bumps into Clarias, causing her to drop her books.
Rosalie
*Sarcastically* Oops! Sorry, Clarias. Didn’t see you there.
Clarias bends down to pick up her books, but Daisy kicks them further away.
Daisy
*Mockingly* Why don’t you just use your magic to get them back, witch?
Clarias scrambles to gather her belongings, her hands shaking. She avoids their eyes, knowing any response will only encourage them.
Then slowly grace poured a bottle of water on her.
Grace
Oops! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there, *sarcastically*
Later, as Clarias heads to her next class, Grace and Rosalie corner her in the stairwell. There's no one around, and their expressions turn more menacing.
Grace
*Taunting* You know, Clarias, red hair is just too bright. Maybe we should help you tone it down.
Before Clarias can react, Rosalie pulls out a bottle of dark dye and opens it, threatening to pour it on Clarias's head.
Rosalie
*Grinning* Hold still, witch. This will only take a second.
Clarias backs against the wall, her heart racing. She tries to escape, but Grace blocks her path.
clarias
*Pleading softly* Please, stop. I haven’t done anything to you.
Grace
*Laughing coldly* Exactly, you haven’t done anything. You’re just... here. And we don’t like that.
Just as Rosalie starts to tilt the bottle, a teacher’s voice echoes from the top of the stairs.
Mrs.Carlee
What’s going on here?
Grace and Rosalie quickly hide the dye, putting on innocent expressions.
Grace
*Smiling sweetly* Nothing, Miss. Just helping Clarias with a project.
The teacher eyes them suspiciously but decides to let it go.
Mrs.Carlee
You three, get to class. Now.
As the teacher walks away, Grace leans in close to Clarias, her voice a harsh whisper.
Grace
*Menacingly* You got lucky this time, witch. But next time, there won’t be anyone to save you.
Clarias hurries past them, her hands trembling as she clutches her books tightly to her chest.
In the classroom, Clarias tries to focus on the lesson, but the day’s events weigh heavily on her mind. The teacher begins the lecture, and Clarias hopes for a brief moment of peace.
But the relief is short-lived. Rosalie, sitting behind her, starts pulling strands of Clarias's hair, pretending to braid them.
Rosalie
*Whispering mockingly* Such beautiful hair. Maybe we should cut some off and make it into a potion.
Clarias tries to ignore her, keeping her eyes on her notebook. She feels a sharp tug and winces.
Rosalie
*Quietly to her friends, giggling* Maybe I should just cut it all off. What do you think?
The others snicker, and Cl arias's fingers tighten around her pen. She struggles to keep her composure, feeling increasingly trapped and helpless.
During gym class, Clarias hopes to blend in and avoid further attention. But as they prepare for a game, Grace and Rosalie find her again.
Grace
*With fake enthusiasm* Clarias, you should be on our team. We need someone to be the witch catcher.
The other students laugh, and Clarias feels a lump form in her throat. She tries to step away, but Grace grabs her arm.
Grace
*Tightening her grip* Come on, Clarias. Don’t be shy.
The gym teacher, distracted by organizing the teams, doesn’t notice the exchange. Clarias pulls free and joins the game reluctantly, enduring their jabs and whispers throughout the class.
The rest of the day is a blur of taunts and whispers. As the final bell rings, Clarias walks home, her steps heavy and her spirit bruised. She wonders how much longer she can endure this relentless torment.
clarias
*teary voice* Tomorrow's going to be better.
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