"Has anything happened to you?"
Hm. Just bullied. The usual.
She shakes her head no.
"Why do you wear the mask?"
She gets a few seconds of a memory.
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Flashback.
She was scared.
"You son of a bìtch!"
"Why did you do that?"
She was shaking as she said that.
Yes. She did talk.
The flashback ended.
"You don't have to say if your uncomfortable."
She was quiet for a few seconds.
"You can go back to class."
She walks out.
Will I ever- No. Of course not.
Isabelle walks into the class.
She sits back in her seat.
Least this class is almost over.
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She was now in her next class.
It was reading class.
Least no one can bother me now.
She grabs the book she's assigned.
Meh. Sounds boring.
She starts reading.
Some was muttering.
"Nerd."
No. I'm just listening to the teacher jackàss.
"Detention."
"Ugh."
That's what you get.
She starts reading faster because she wanted it done with.
How did they find a book so boring?!
She starts thinking of the possible questions she could get on this book.
That's a good way to pass the time I guess.
Isabelle looks at the time.
Just five more minutes.
She stares at the only picture in the book.
I should be able to figure out questions for this picture..
She starts thinking.
The bell rings.
"Class dismissed."
Great...
She walks out.
I have work in an hour.. Great... I don't even get the money which is bullshìt.
Isabelle grabs her bag.
She walks outside.
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She hears someone's conversation.
"Why don't you take your sister in your car?"
"Pff. The freak says she likes to walk."
By the word freak everyone knows its me. Also that's not true.. Dads just a bìtch!
She starts walking home as her brother gets to drive.
Least I wont be late for work even though I have to walk.
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She walks into her closest.
I'm lucky that this uniform has long sleeves and full length pants.
She grabs the outfit.

She puts it on.
Time to go to work....
She walks out her room.
"Eh-hem."
Beating time.... Again.
"You know the drill."
He starts beating her.
"Remember you don't steal any if the money."
Its not stealing if its mine.
He starts punching harder.
Least the uniform is still good. Unlike me.
"I'll continue later. I need you to be able to work at your pathetic job."
Your saying chefs are pathetic?
She gets up.
Your the pathetic fùck!
She walks out the door.
Time to go to work. Least I'm not bullied there right?
She starts walking to her job.
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That's it for this job. Start predicting the future for her. I already have the big (that's what she said) plans! ;3 bye