By request I decided to make a one shot like the Icy one for Darcy and Stormy. Here's one of them.
Another piece of gum found its way into the child’s hair. She assumed it was Meredith’s doing. The girl seemed to take a conserving pleasure in tormenting her. ‘Nerd’, ‘four eyes’, and ‘ugly’ were at the parte superior, arriba of her ‘most-used-words’ list. Sunday nights were usually spent begging her mom not to make her go to school, only to have her mom remind her that “an education is important” and that “Meredith was only being so unkind because she is afraid of being treated unkindly herself.” Monday mornings were spent trying to convince herself that her mom was right—that Meredith just felt down on herself. It never made the pain any less. She walked to the bus stop…alone. And she found a asiento on the bus…isolated. She tried to keep to the front with the less wild crowd, but wads of crumpled paper and chunks of eraser still made their way to their front, colliding with her head. The bus driver did little to stop the tormenters. “Her pay check wasn’t high enough for her to take up babysitting a group of rambunctious children.” She got off the bus, a sense of dread perking up at the sight of Meredith waiting for her just outside.
“Top of the morning freak show.” Meredith’s voice was nauseatingly nasaly even for an elementary schooler. She took it upon herself to swipe the girl’s eyewear. “Might wanna get buy less dumb looking glasses , four eyes!” She remarked giving the other girl a weak and childish shove. “Little Joshy is a little short on cash.” She cooed and stepped aside for a short chubby boy with an aggressive look in his squinted eyes. The pato lips forever stained on his face and his puffy cheeks had the girl wondering why Meredith didn’t pester him instead of her. He lumbered on over to her.
“Ya got something for me?” Joshy held out a chubby and expecting hand.
“No!” the girl winced as she slid to her knees, her hand tightly clutching the bag containing boht her libros and her lunch money.
“Fork it over geek! I’m hungry.” Joshy demanded.
“You’re always hungry.” She dared to mumble. This earned her a puñetazo, ponche to the arm.
“Whad’d tu just say dorkwad?” Joshy grumbled. He didn’t give her time to answer before he snatched up her lunch money and made his way into the building.
“What an ugly loser.” Meredith smirked. She gave the crowd time to laugh. How Darcy longed to be in that position; Meredith’s position.
High school hadn’t done much to help her accomplish this. If anything things had worsened. por this time Meredith had prettied herself up even más and puberty generously added to her chest making her popularity with the males of the school spike thrice as high as it was back in the 3rd grade. Nature had done pretty much the opposite to Darcy, who still thought herself hard on the eyes. The only thing she really had were her smarts. For once that was good enough. They were what skipped her from the Hell that was 3 más years of high school to a fresh start with new faces in college. nube Tower was surely the place that would help her achieve her revenge…or at least gain her a better, más respectable reputation than ‘four eyes.’
As it may have turned out college hadn’t done her much good either. Despite being a senior, her younger age earned her the freshman treatment in these halls. Shed of her big, bug eyed glasses apparently she was still a nerd. Perhaps it was time to put down the books? Whilst Meredith was no longer a problem, she had found a new tormenter—this one maybe even worst that the first; the woman with long silver hair. She honestly didn’t know if the new predator was better o worse. However, she did know that she’d give anything to attain such a position of power. It was on another ever-dreaded Monday morning that she came upon a particular scene; Mirta, her good friend…her only friend (Lucy wasn’t too keen on sharing), lying on the ground being nudged por the boot of the woman with the icy hair. A crowd, closely resembling the one form her childhood gathered around, and this time she was in it rather than on the figurative stage. Despite it all, despite Mirta’s kindness, something deep inside her bought adelante, hacia adelante the words “Show that weak pixie what’s up!” Her words loudest in that crowd. This attained the other witch’s attention.
“Care to do the honers.” Mirta’s tormenter asked monotonously. Hands shaking with anticipation Darcy looked down on the freshman…down on her friend, a mess of insults to throw spinning in her head waiting to roll off her tongue.
She knew it all along; her mother was right. Meredith only bullied her for fear of being bullied herself. Darcy knew because she was going to do the same. Damn. Thing.