The young blonde boy stared at the ground, wallowing in his depression, as the kids around him played games with each other, leaving him alone on the empty свинг, качели sets. For as long as he knew, the other kids shunned him, called him names, and stayed away from the blonde kid known as Satan's son. For еще than 8 years, he's experienced it all.
"Get away from me, Ты demon!"
"You don't belong here, или anywhere!"
"Freak!"
A group of boys began carefully approaching him, but he continued to watch the ground. The one in front spoke first. "Hey, freak."
No reply.
"What, someone cut your tongue out for being an idiot?" The other three boys laughed at this, but the blonde child remained silent, still staring at the ground. "Hey, I'm talking to you, trash. Ты don't want to ignore me." The leader grabbed the blonde by the neck of his shirt, but he continued to stay silent. "I сказал(-а) I'm talking to you." Still receiving no reply, the kid growled and threw a punch, which connected with the blonde's face.
Not a sound was made.
The leader scoffed and tossed him, sending the blonde kid tumbling through the swings and onto the dirt. He picked himself up and sat back on the swings, continuing to stare at the ground. The leader gave his pack a wave, and they all began picking up stones.
"HEY!" a feminine voice shouted from afar.
Before the blonde could register what was happening, a young girl stood between him and the group of boys, her arms outstretched to either side to shield the boy from further harm. "And just what are Ты doing, girlie?" a large boy from the pack growled. "Get out of the way." She stood her ground, eyes flashing with anger. "And what, let Ты torment this kid?" The large kid stepped up and walked up to the girl. His breath reeked of sweets, but he towered over her. A large grin plastered itself on his face. "Look, we're just havin' a little fun with the dumba- boy here. Isn't that right, bud?"
No reply.
The girl crossed her arms and stared into the large boy's eyes, daring him to try anything else. "Go choke on a Шоколад bar, Billy. или lose a couple pounds. I swear those tremors we had a few days назад were from Ты getting off your butt and walking to your refrigerator." A few chuckles emitted from the pack of boys, but Billy remained his ground, his face red with anger. "Or what, sissy? Ты gonna stop me and the gang from messin' up the kid's face here?" The three other boys smirked as they knew they had the number advantage. But the girl also gave a tiny smirk. "Yeah, I think I will."
The pack laughed.
"You-you've got to be kidding! Hahaha!" Billy managed to get out as he laughed. "You and what army? Ahahahaha!" But she continued to give them a smirk. "Well..."
"Get away from me, Ты demon!"
"You don't belong here, или anywhere!"
"Freak!"
A group of boys began carefully approaching him, but he continued to watch the ground. The one in front spoke first. "Hey, freak."
No reply.
"What, someone cut your tongue out for being an idiot?" The other three boys laughed at this, but the blonde child remained silent, still staring at the ground. "Hey, I'm talking to you, trash. Ты don't want to ignore me." The leader grabbed the blonde by the neck of his shirt, but he continued to stay silent. "I сказал(-а) I'm talking to you." Still receiving no reply, the kid growled and threw a punch, which connected with the blonde's face.
Not a sound was made.
The leader scoffed and tossed him, sending the blonde kid tumbling through the swings and onto the dirt. He picked himself up and sat back on the swings, continuing to stare at the ground. The leader gave his pack a wave, and they all began picking up stones.
"HEY!" a feminine voice shouted from afar.
Before the blonde could register what was happening, a young girl stood between him and the group of boys, her arms outstretched to either side to shield the boy from further harm. "And just what are Ты doing, girlie?" a large boy from the pack growled. "Get out of the way." She stood her ground, eyes flashing with anger. "And what, let Ты torment this kid?" The large kid stepped up and walked up to the girl. His breath reeked of sweets, but he towered over her. A large grin plastered itself on his face. "Look, we're just havin' a little fun with the dumba- boy here. Isn't that right, bud?"
No reply.
The girl crossed her arms and stared into the large boy's eyes, daring him to try anything else. "Go choke on a Шоколад bar, Billy. или lose a couple pounds. I swear those tremors we had a few days назад were from Ты getting off your butt and walking to your refrigerator." A few chuckles emitted from the pack of boys, but Billy remained his ground, his face red with anger. "Or what, sissy? Ты gonna stop me and the gang from messin' up the kid's face here?" The three other boys smirked as they knew they had the number advantage. But the girl also gave a tiny smirk. "Yeah, I think I will."
The pack laughed.
"You-you've got to be kidding! Hahaha!" Billy managed to get out as he laughed. "You and what army? Ahahahaha!" But she continued to give them a smirk. "Well..."
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Name:Matt Nast
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white плащ and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained еще powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes by the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope Ты enjoyed
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white плащ and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained еще powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes by the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope Ты enjoyed