Was gibt es Schöneres, als wenn man staunende Augen von Kindern oder Erwachsenen leuchten sieht, wenn das Gesicht mit einem Riesenlachen geschmückt ist, wenn man den Alltag vergessen und in eine abenteuerliche Welt eintauchen kann…

(Open for the girl) [His perspective] I was constantly being beaten up at school and abused at home. It seemed no one would ever care for a kid like me. Words commonly used to describe me were words like: Useless. Emo. Disgusting. Anorexic. Good for nothing. Weak. Idiot. I suppose they were all accurate descriptions of me... I wish I was someone better... someone at all... Today was another usual day at school. After school got out, I tried to leave quickly, not wanting to be beaten up a third time before I got home, but things didn't work out that way for me. One of the kids who liked to bully me the most, grabbed me on my way out the door. "Come on Jackson... let me go home" I whispered, almost begging "Yeah. Fat chance" he laughed, shoving me against the wall, making me wince. He slammed my head back against the wall and I felt a wave of pain as I heard the dull thud. My ears rang as I looked at him, trembling in both fear and pain "L-let me go" I whimpered, struggling to get out of his grip. I didn't notice the girl who had stopped and seen what was going on. The new girl. [Her perspective] I saw him being beaten up. I had noticed through the day that he seemed to be on bad terms with everyone at the highschool, but I couldn't tell why. As far as I could see, he was just a shy quiet kid. He did look strange though. His black hair always swept in front of his eyes, keeping them from being visible. He wore black. All black. Even though I had only seen him one day, I could tell it was his usual color. His skin was pale. Almost paper white. Bruises were visible on his arms, though everywhere else was covered completely, as he wore long pants, even though it was considerably warm outside. Seeing him being beaten up for no aperent reason made me angry, and i knew I would do something about it. I immediately came over. "Hey!" I said, loud enough and firm enough to catch the attention of both of them "What do you want. Little girl" the guy who had been hurting the other boy up snickered "Leave him alone" I ordered, not backing down at all "Or what?" He smirked, letting go of the boy and he fell onto the ground, struggling to stand back up. I glared at him "Or this" I quickly punched him in the nose as hard as I could, and heard the crack, knowing I had broken his nose. He screamed in pain "W-what the hell?!" His hand immediately went to his nose, which was now bleeding "Not one word about this to anyone" I threatened "If you say anything to anyone, well... I bet everyone would laugh to hear that a GIRL broke your nose" I smiled sweetly and stared at me hatefully for a moment before running off. I quickly knelt next to the boy, who immediately tried to move away from me "Hey, it's okay, calm down. What's your name?" I asked him softly, offering my hand to him. He looked at me warily for a moment before taking my hand "J-James" he said, his voice weak "A-aren't you going to h-hurt me...?" He asked in a hushed tone as I helped him up

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