I'm bullied because I'm different.
Because I don't have a home.
Because I can't afford good clothes.
Because rude things often just slip out of my mouth.
Oh, and because they're all scared that I'll accidentally kill them with my 'magic powers'.
So maybe I'm not your average teenager, but it's not my fault.
I'd give anything to just be normal and accepted.
Of course, things aren't just going to be that way.
So this is my story.


2. New Kid In Town

Once I arrive at school, I hide in one of the musty old lockers in the sports change rooms, letting tears slide gently down my face.I hear someone open the door and press back against the wall of the locker, holding my breath so as not to give away my position. Footsteps pass the locker, then double back to the locker I'm sitting in.

The door squeaks open in front of me, and a guy I've never seen before with dark brown hair, pale skin and stunning green eyes stares at me strangely.

"Why are you hiding in a dirty old locker?" he asks. He has to have an adorable English accent, doesn't he? "And why are you crying?"

I could tell him everything, because he clearly doesn't know about me yet. He must be new; it's a small town- everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows me. "It's a long story," I decide to say.

He reaches out a hand to help me down from the locker. Electricity sparks straight through my arm to the base of my spine and I shiver. He notices it too, I can see it in his electric eyes.

Something dings on his phone and he pulls his phone out of his pocket. After scrolling through his phone for a minute, his cheeks turn a deep red. 

A feeling dawns in my heart. Oh God, he's looking at that photo of me from this morning, hasn't he? The freak who hurts herself. My throat begins to close up, "Is that...?"

His eyes flick up to mine and back down to his phone. "I'm so sorry." Is all he says.

The words make their way through my head, trying to find meaning. "Sorry?"

"Sorry that they treat you so badly."

"I did that to myself."


"I don't even know your name," I protest, "and now you're telling me how bad you feel for me?"

"Oscar. Oscar Hart." he replies. "You can trust me." He smiles, and in that smile, somehow I do trust him. It's like something inside me has opened and everything floods out and I trust him, I trust that electricity he sent through me and I can't explain it but I trust him.

"I'm Karina," I say. "Don't actually know my last name, the orphanage uses 'Smith' because it's common or whatever but I don't like it."

I could swear that I see him mouth 'Karina Hart' but I'm sure it's just my overactive imagination thinking that maybe for once someone might actually like me.

"Do you know where I can find my class timetable and everything?" he asks, his eyes meeting with mine. I feel that dreaded electricity shooting through me again, like he's undoing all the pain I've ever felt due to the bullying.

"Yeah, come with me to the office," I break eye contact, and it leaves me feeling like something is missing, and then I lead him down to the student reception. 

The woman there visibly shrinks back at the sight of me. She has absolutely no reason to be afraid of me apart from the rumours, you'd think that adults would be totally above rumours, but you're quite wrong, because almost all of the adults at this school thing I'm going to kill them or something.

"Hi, I'm Oscar Hart. I'm new here, I was just wondering what my classes were..." Oscar flashes a kind smile.

"Oh of course," the office woman pulls out a few papers and hands them to Oscar. "Here you go. Welcome to Ashwood High."

We walk out of the building together as he looks at his timetable. "I have maths, then health and human development, then biology."

"Damn, we're in none of the same classes today... I have chemistry, then English, then French."

I wish he looks more disappointed, but the bright light in his eyes still makes me happy, it still sends electricity flooding through my veins. "I'll see you at lunch then."

Our connection, if it was even there, is broken by the clanging of the school bell as people start to flood into the school and we go our separate ways.

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