It was beautifulAnd suddenly it was dark, and he could hear her again, that dormant voice that didn’t bother him for quite a while. It began like a whisper in the back of his head, as usual… a long and profound sigh from behind his back, cold air caressing the skin, making him shiver.More Like This
-I see you very comfortable… - She whispered against his ear. He just grunted in response. –So nice, so good to see you well… mildly disappointing, though. Considering he’s gone, considering you let go the last spark of happiness you had left. –She commented, grin growing bigger on her deformed face, black oil dripping on the floor. –Because, he was your star, wasn’t he? Your ‘oh so beautiful’ star, wasn’t he? –She joked leaning over his head.
-Yes, he was… -He mumbled, clenching his jaw.
-And yet, I see you so well, didn’t mourn it much, did you? –She laughed – Didn’t hurt that much, did it?
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You were sure if these public school kids knew the real reason why you were here, the bullying would be intolerable. And then you’d have to find a “new school”. Again. But as far as they were concerned, you were only here to tutor and aid them because it would look good on your college app. Not because the teasing (not bullying, of course, these were well-bred kids) at your private school had become something most people only expected to see in a Stephen King novel.
You were a scholarship student from a middle class neighborhood. About twenty five percent of the student body was composed of scholarship students. Only about four percent were there solely because of their grades. You were part of that four percent. And that’s what separated you and a few others from everyone else. They had parents who could afford to have their kids go there.
But what really separated you from everyone else was the fact that you were middle class. The rest of the students w