"Class, this is Rin, our newest student."
"Hello, Rin," the class answered mechanically. Not that it mattered to the petite young woman in front of them. It was quite possible that she wasn't even listening.
"I hope you don't mind taking a seat in the back, that's all we've got left," the teacher said sweetly.
As Rin made her way to the desk her new teacher, Miss Muyo, had pointed out, she felt the eyes of several classmates on her. She didn't mind sitting in the back. As a matter of fact, she preferred it. She liked to sit out of view of the teacher and the class. At least here, here long-sleeved shirts and jeans didn't look so out of place. Thank God for winter.
The boy in the desk in front of her turned around. "Hi Rin, my name is Souta!"
'Oh God, not another one of these,' she thought."Hello."
Rin noticed him wince a little at the icy tone of her voice. She allowed a small smile. Maybe he would leave her alone. He didn't.
"How old are you? You like kinda young for a freshman," the boy pursued.
"I'm twelve. I got skipped to the fourth grade when I was in the third and I just got skipped again from the eighth." She said as she looked straight into his eyes. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.
"Oh," he said quietly as he quickly turned around. Rin rolled her eyes and began copying the problem the teacher put on the board.
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The cafeteria was packed with students. 'Jeez,' Rin thought, 'the food here must be pretty damn good. But then again, this *is* high school.' She sat her tray down at an empty table, thankful that dreadful boy Souta wasn't anywhere near. Just as she was about to dig into her oh-so-tasty looking sloppy joe, Souta walked up to her. This time, he was not alone. He had brought a friend of his, a young boy with his hair in a ponytail.
"Hi, Rin!" Souta said cheerfully. "This is my friend."
"Hi, I'm Kohaku," he said even more cheerfully. It was sickening.
"I don't mean to be rude or anything," Rin said thoughtfully, though she honestly didn't mind being rude, "but I like my meals to myself. So could you leave me alone please?"
"Oh, sure," Kohaku said as Souta just nodded. The hurt was written all over their faces. Rin giggled softly as they hunkered away.
Suddenly, she felt a pain. It was a huge, pounding pain that took over her.It was not a physical pain. It was mental she supposed. 'Oh no, not now,' she thought. Quickly, she got up from the table and ran from the cafeteria. No one noticed.
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Rin sat there, deliciously sated. She was sitting on the toilet, supported the stall door. She gazed at her arm, not ashamed or shocked by what she found there. The blood trickled down her arm from the four cuts she had made. A tiny voice in the back of her mind told her that this was wrong, but as usual, another, much louder voice told her the exact opposite. This was her salvation, her life jacket. It kept her from drowning. She didn't know what she would do without it. As a matter of fact, she did. She would die.
"Hello, Rin," the class answered mechanically. Not that it mattered to the petite young woman in front of them. It was quite possible that she wasn't even listening.
"I hope you don't mind taking a seat in the back, that's all we've got left," the teacher said sweetly.
As Rin made her way to the desk her new teacher, Miss Muyo, had pointed out, she felt the eyes of several classmates on her. She didn't mind sitting in the back. As a matter of fact, she preferred it. She liked to sit out of view of the teacher and the class. At least here, here long-sleeved shirts and jeans didn't look so out of place. Thank God for winter.
The boy in the desk in front of her turned around. "Hi Rin, my name is Souta!"
'Oh God, not another one of these,' she thought."Hello."
Rin noticed him wince a little at the icy tone of her voice. She allowed a small smile. Maybe he would leave her alone. He didn't.
"How old are you? You like kinda young for a freshman," the boy pursued.
"I'm twelve. I got skipped to the fourth grade when I was in the third and I just got skipped again from the eighth." She said as she looked straight into his eyes. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.
"Oh," he said quietly as he quickly turned around. Rin rolled her eyes and began copying the problem the teacher put on the board.
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The cafeteria was packed with students. 'Jeez,' Rin thought, 'the food here must be pretty damn good. But then again, this *is* high school.' She sat her tray down at an empty table, thankful that dreadful boy Souta wasn't anywhere near. Just as she was about to dig into her oh-so-tasty looking sloppy joe, Souta walked up to her. This time, he was not alone. He had brought a friend of his, a young boy with his hair in a ponytail.
"Hi, Rin!" Souta said cheerfully. "This is my friend."
"Hi, I'm Kohaku," he said even more cheerfully. It was sickening.
"I don't mean to be rude or anything," Rin said thoughtfully, though she honestly didn't mind being rude, "but I like my meals to myself. So could you leave me alone please?"
"Oh, sure," Kohaku said as Souta just nodded. The hurt was written all over their faces. Rin giggled softly as they hunkered away.
Suddenly, she felt a pain. It was a huge, pounding pain that took over her.It was not a physical pain. It was mental she supposed. 'Oh no, not now,' she thought. Quickly, she got up from the table and ran from the cafeteria. No one noticed.
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Rin sat there, deliciously sated. She was sitting on the toilet, supported the stall door. She gazed at her arm, not ashamed or shocked by what she found there. The blood trickled down her arm from the four cuts she had made. A tiny voice in the back of her mind told her that this was wrong, but as usual, another, much louder voice told her the exact opposite. This was her salvation, her life jacket. It kept her from drowning. She didn't know what she would do without it. As a matter of fact, she did. She would die.