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     ‘Why does everybody hate me? What have I done to be treated like this?’ Endless questions raced through Gilbert’s mind as he walked down the hallways of (Middle School Name).
Glares were constantly being sent his way as he approached his locker. ‘Yes! Almost there just have to get past-‘His thoughts were interrupted as he was slammed into the locker. Pain shot up Gilbert’s back as he collided with the red locker. He opened his scarlet eyes and instantly they locked with purple eyes that glittered with strong violence. Those violet eyes belonged to Ivan Braginsky, one of the school’s biggest bullies and his personal bully.

    ’I’m doomed. Someone help me! Who am I kidding no one is going to help me. They never do.’ He thought glumly. After all, no one did help him since the beginning of middle school. He was now in 7th grade, about 3 months into the school year. He heard snickers from the bystanders near him. ‘God help me! Please hel-‘Once more he was interrupted as Ivan’s fist collided with his stomach. Instantly, Gilbert fell to the ground, his face almost kissing the hard, white marble floor.

His arms held him up as he gasped for breath. He remained in that position for a minute or two, Ivan’s steps faded but not before he turned around and shouted “FREAK!!” And with that he was gone. Several more people walked past him, spitting profanities at him such as ‘loser’ or ‘demon’. Those were probably just the nicest of all the things they said to the German boy. After regaining a bit of strength and blinking away tears of pain, he stood up and quickly scampered off to his locker.

He quickly opened his locker, grabbed his textbooks and binders for his first class and slammed it shut. He headed towards his first class. Which just happened to be his favorite class. Social Studies. Gilbert enjoyed learning about countries and such but he also liked the teacher, Mrs. Schmidt, she was also German. She was a brunette with silver eyes and a kind smile. The boy grew fond of her very quickly.

He entered the classroom with a small smile on his face and greeted his teacher “Guten Morgen, wie sind sie Frau Schmidt?” Warm silver eyes looked at him before answering “Gute danke Gilbert! What about you?” “I’m alright thanks for asking Mrs. Schmidt!” After the small greeting, Gilbert turned around and began to walk to his seat. Which was located in the front row, next to a window. The seat next to him was, as expected, empty. He sat down and immediately heard the kids behind him whisper to each other how strange he was with his snow white hair, his oddly pale skin and his even stranger red eyes. All these traits earned him the nickname of either Demon or Vampire.

He turned his attention back to the front of the classroom, trying his best to ignore the scorching glares of his classmates. Much to his surprise, he found himself staring at a girl. ‘A very pretty girl....Shut up! She’ll probably just treat me the same way everyone treats me!’He thought to himself. The girl had long (hair color), which was done into a neat French braid. Her (eye color) shown with nervousness and slight anxiety, and a rosy blush was present on her silky soft (skin color). She wore the classic middle school uniform, a white dress shirt with a navy blue tie and a dark blue plaid skirt with white knee-high socks and (favorite color) converse. To complete her look she wore a matching (2nd favorite color) button up sweater. As much as Gilbert tried not to, he couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so………pretty...breathtaking?

    His heart thumped against his chest as he waited for Mrs. Schmidt to introduce the new student. As if in response, Mrs. Schmidt’s voice rang out “Good morning class!” “Good mornin’ Mrs. Smith!” the class called back, using her American surname. “This is our new student; her name is (first name) (last name). Dear, please tell us a little about yourself.” Instantly, all eyes turned to the girl who rubbed her right arm self-consciously. She looked around the classroom briefly, her eyes stopping on the German boy, who in her point of view, stood out of the crowd like a sore thumb. But, in a good way. She quickly turned her attention back to the class, hoping he hadn’t noticed her staring at him, but he had and was surprised that her gaze did not show disgust or dislike, instead he found polite curiosity and a friendly glow in her (eye color) irises. ‘Don’t think anything of it. You don’t even know her! She probably won’t like you! Nobody does..’ His thoughts faded as the girl’s mouth, (first name)’s, and a second later her voice reached his ears.

“H-hello.” Her quiet voice rang out softly around the classroom. To everyone else in the classroom, the girl’s voice was just quiet and soft. But, to Gilbert her voice was like a drink of cool water on a hot summer day. Her voice, for some reason reminded him of honey, sickly sweet.
Her voice was very different from the other girl’s, much to his relief, instead of a stupid, parrot like voice her voice was softer and kinder.

“My name is (first name), I moved here to Texas from (city) (state)…” She gave a brief description about herself, but not enough in Gilbert’s opinion. He found himself attracted to the shy (brunette, ginger etc.).

“Well (first name), welcome to our classroom. Please take a seat next to Gilbert.” As soon as Mrs. Schmidt finished her sentence, gasps of shock and protests filled the room. Gilbert instinctively shrunk in his seat.

“She can’t sit by him!” “Mrs. Smith, let her sit by me!” “Be quiet! There is nothing wrong with Gilbert! Now, Gilbert please raise your hand to let Ms. (last name) know who you are.”

Hesitantly, he complied with his elder’s orders. The girl looked around, quickly spotting his hand. She walked over to the seat next to him and sat down with a small smile on her face. She turned to Gilbert and, much to his surprise, stuck her hand out to him. He looked at her hand, then to her and back to her hand. He gently shook her hand. “(First name), it’s nice to meet you, Gilbert, right?” She questioned softly. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you too (first name).” During the entire class period, he couldn’t help but spare a glance at the girl.

A strange feeling had settled across his heart. A small description of this feeling would be: warm, very warm and somewhat comforting. He had a hunch, a small but still present feeling that the girl and he might just grow to be friends. He let a small smile cross his pale face. He hoped with all his heart that this girl would be his friend, his only friend.

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     ‘Why does everybody hate me? What have I done to be treated like this?’ Endless questions raced through Gilbert’s mind as he walked down the hallways of (Middle School Name).
Glares were constantly being sent his way as he approached his locker. ‘Yes! Almost there just have to get past-‘His thoughts were interrupted as he was slammed into the locker. Pain shot up Gilbert’s back as he collided with the red locker. He opened his scarlet eyes and instantly they locked with purple eyes that glittered with strong violence. Those violet eyes belonged to Ivan Braginsky, one of the school’s biggest bullies and his personal bully.

    ’I’m doomed. Someone help me! Who am I kidding no one is going to help me. They never do.’ He thought glumly. After all, no one did help him since the beginning of middle school. He was now in 7th grade, about 3 months into the school year. He heard snickers from the bystanders near him. ‘God help me! Please hel-‘Once more he was interrupted as Ivan’s fist collided with his stomach. Instantly, Gilbert fell to the ground, his face almost kissing the hard, white marble floor.

His arms held him up as he gasped for breath. He remained in that position for a minute or two, Ivan’s steps faded but not before he turned around and shouted “FREAK!!” And with that he was gone. Several more people walked past him, spitting profanities at him such as ‘loser’ or ‘demon’. Those were probably just the nicest of all the things they said to the German boy. After regaining a bit of strength and blinking away tears of pain, he stood up and quickly scampered off to his locker.

He quickly opened his locker, grabbed his textbooks and binders for his first class and slammed it shut. He headed towards his first class. Which just happened to be his favorite class. Social Studies. Gilbert enjoyed learning about countries and such but he also liked the teacher, Mrs. Schmidt, she was also German. She was a brunette with silver eyes and a kind smile. The boy grew fond of her very quickly.

He entered the classroom with a small smile on his face and greeted his teacher “Guten Morgen, wie sind sie Frau Schmidt?” Warm silver eyes looked at him before answering “Gute danke Gilbert! What about you?” “I’m alright thanks for asking Mrs. Schmidt!” After the small greeting, Gilbert turned around and began to walk to his seat. Which was located in the front row, next to a window. The seat next to him was, as expected, empty. He sat down and immediately heard the kids behind him whisper to each other how strange he was with his snow white hair, his oddly pale skin and his even stranger red eyes. All these traits earned him the nickname of either Demon or Vampire.

He turned his attention back to the front of the classroom, trying his best to ignore the scorching glares of his classmates. Much to his surprise, he found himself staring at a girl. ‘A very pretty girl....Shut up! She’ll probably just treat me the same way everyone treats me!’He thought to himself. The girl had long (hair color), which was done into a neat French braid. Her (eye color) shown with nervousness and slight anxiety, and a rosy blush was present on her silky soft (skin color). She wore the classic middle school uniform, a white dress shirt with a navy blue tie and a dark blue plaid skirt with white knee-high socks and (favorite color) converse. To complete her look she wore a matching (2nd favorite color) button up sweater. As much as Gilbert tried not to, he couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so………pretty...breathtaking?

    His heart thumped against his chest as he waited for Mrs. Schmidt to introduce the new student. As if in response, Mrs. Schmidt’s voice rang out “Good morning class!” “Good mornin’ Mrs. Smith!” the class called back, using her American surname. “This is our new student; her name is (first name) (last name). Dear, please tell us a little about yourself.” Instantly, all eyes turned to the girl who rubbed her right arm self-consciously. She looked around the classroom briefly, her eyes stopping on the German boy, who in her point of view, stood out of the crowd like a sore thumb. But, in a good way. She quickly turned her attention back to the class, hoping he hadn’t noticed her staring at him, but he had and was surprised that her gaze did not show disgust or dislike, instead he found polite curiosity and a friendly glow in her (eye color) irises. ‘Don’t think anything of it. You don’t even know her! She probably won’t like you! Nobody does..’ His thoughts faded as the girl’s mouth, (first name)’s, and a second later her voice reached his ears.

“H-hello.” Her quiet voice rang out softly around the classroom. To everyone else in the classroom, the girl’s voice was just quiet and soft. But, to Gilbert her voice was like a drink of cool water on a hot summer day. Her voice, for some reason reminded him of honey, sickly sweet.
Her voice was very different from the other girl’s, much to his relief, instead of a stupid, parrot like voice her voice was softer and kinder.

“My name is (first name), I moved here to Texas from (city) (state)…” She gave a brief description about herself, but not enough in Gilbert’s opinion. He found himself attracted to the shy (brunette, ginger etc.).

“Well (first name), welcome to our classroom. Please take a seat next to Gilbert.” As soon as Mrs. Schmidt finished her sentence, gasps of shock and protests filled the room. Gilbert instinctively shrunk in his seat.

“She can’t sit by him!” “Mrs. Smith, let her sit by me!” “Be quiet! There is nothing wrong with Gilbert! Now, Gilbert please raise your hand to let Ms. (last name) know who you are.”

Hesitantly, he complied with his elder’s orders. The girl looked around, quickly spotting his hand. She walked over to the seat next to him and sat down with a small smile on her face. She turned to Gilbert and, much to his surprise, stuck her hand out to him. He looked at her hand, then to her and back to her hand. He gently shook her hand. “(First name), it’s nice to meet you, Gilbert, right?” She questioned softly. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you too (first name).” During the entire class period, he couldn’t help but spare a glance at the girl.

A strange feeling had settled across his heart. A small description of this feeling would be: warm, very warm and somewhat comforting. He had a hunch, a small but still present feeling that the girl and he might just grow to be friends. He let a small smile cross his pale face. He hoped with all his heart that this girl would be his friend, his only friend.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TO BE CONTINUED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~