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Evelyn. Background- full of attention, happiness and friends.


She walked into school, smiling at her friends in the distance. They ran to her, like deers chasing butterflies. They embraced her lovingly, with exposed happiness.



Nadia. Background: betrayal, refusal, denial, hate, dishonesty and loneliness.


She stepped onto the highly polished floor, taking in the mild shine. She peaked up from under her hoodie, to take in the soft buzz of the other students. She looked down at her shoes- would people make fun of their worn out state? Probably. She tried to wave off the thought of everyone staring at her, but they could barely see her face so she was safe. Or was she? Never mind. She walked quickly and quietly, avoiding groups, and sat down at the far end of the hall. She was a mere extra in this world. A nobody. A ghost. Invisible. She felt lonely, but she had loneliness by her side, keeping her company. She loved songs about depression as they blasted some of it away. At night, she would play the same songs over and over again, to keep her full.

But at a school that forbade electronics? Not a chance. She was a girl without support. A girl with one friend-herself. She smiled as she cut another star into her battered arm. “That’s another star for me.” Yes. She thought them as stars. Her company.






Author notey stuff:

So I looked back at what I wrote, and noticed the difference in quantity (insert sheepish expression here) and it’s a bit embarrassing to say that I don’t know how happy people get treated when they arrive at their school. When I finished writing this, I searched up what the names meant and Evelyn was blah blah blah 😑, anyway, it was a popular name,so in my story it means popularity. So then I searched up my name (Nadia) and it means hope, so in my story( and life) Nadia is always powered by some sort of hope that someone is out there Caribbean ( stupid autocorrect)now I’m taking forever figuring out how to spell caring) caring about her.

Oh this might actually be longer than the story. STOP TYPING YOUR THOUGHTS!!!

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