27 May 2025, 05:10
My Blood ; part I
--------- William WoodsWorth
Playing as Isadora Vilaca——
Rain seemed to pour around the grounds of Castelobruxo. The wet season was in full force. The torrential downpour slammed angrily down towards the ground covering the landscape with puddles making the walk ways slick from the rain. Footprints of students and staff left embedded in the earthy ground tracking mud slightly around the campus of the grand school.
Inside of the grand Mayan-like pyramid school, students walked around chattering happily in their uniforms. Like a sea of green uniforms that made everyone look fairly similar.
In the midst of the crowd of students Isadora was walking the sidelines, careful not to disturb the other students. Afterall it was just a normal day besides the torrential downpour outside the school's walls. Isadora started the day with a filling breakfast though she did not eat much she still had a bit to eat, then the young pre-teen started the day with Potions and was currently on her way towards Charms.
Clinging to the beige satchel that held the girls books, parchment, journal, quills and ink bottles. Isadora weaved quietly through the throng of students. The chatter of the students were fairly loud reverberating through the girls skull as she kept her head low. That was the best thing to do stay low avoid contact try not to be seen.
Isadora was an outcast a second year that started late, her excuse was she was homeschooled for a year while many seemed to give it a pass others always seemed to doubt the girl. Afterall she was an odd one out. The girl always wore her signature bandanna with flowers resting atop in the folds of the bandanna while she had seashells as well dangling from her bandanna even as earrings she usually has a small seashell dangling from her left ear while her right ear was usually a slightly different looking seashell.
Though Isadora did not mind her appearance, the girl enjoyed her flowers and seashells. They always seemed to go well with her complexion and bright crystal blue eyes. Her auburn hair was always neatly brushed and pulled back in a ponytail most times she rarely ever had it down and loose. Though the girl had to admit maybe she just stood out more just because of her choice of accessories.
Turning a corner quickly Isadora felt her small petite body bounce back from a sudden impact. Stumbling slightly the smaller second year student glanced upwards as she caught her balance.
Standing in front of Isadora was a slightly older student, not by much the boy grew a rather nasty scowl looking down at the smaller girl. While the boy had a few cronies standing behind him as they started snickering at the young girl's predicament. Isadora felt her face heat up in embarrassment.
The young girl opened her mouth to apologize until the boy seemed to open his mouth to speak over the smaller girl.
“Watch where you are going, shrimp.”
The boy spat venomously towards Isadora. Catching the young girl by surprise as she stepped backwards slightly pressing against the cool marble wall.
The older boy sneered cocking his head towards his lackeys smirking deviously.
“What scared rabbit? Can’t speak?”
The older boy teased stepping closer to the much shorter girl. His lackeys snickering behind him.
Isadora swallowed nervously as she glanced to the side to escape from the boys. Noticing the girl trying to escape , the boys' lackeys stepped forward blocking the girls' way while the older boy sneered shoving Isadora back into the wall.
Letting out a small whimper the young girl leaned against the cool marble wall glancing at the boys trembling trying to find her words. Through the cracks visible she could see other students slowly starting to swarm around the small group.
Before Isadora could speak once more the older boy grabbed the young girl by the collar of her uniform slamming the young girl into the wall. Isadora whimpered slightly, feeling her feet leave the ground as she whimpered, glancing away from the boy.
Isadora felt her heart racing her mind going a blur as she had no idea how she truly got into this situation. All she knew was she really wished someone would help her instead it seemed as if the student body was watching the girl in misery. Supposed that’s what the girl deserved she supposed.
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wc: 762
tag: @Remedy Norden As Alphonse Toussaint
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“If I tell you my darkness? Will you still look at me Like the moon?”