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Now, for a blast from the past, I present to you: Highschool Woes (1)
Historia of (Early Teens) Ymaryn: Highschool Woes (1)
Ymaryn outgrew her kid phase rather quickly, though it was easy to spot their lingering effects in her room. She never found a good hiding spot for her figurines of Magical Girl Charity and posters of the personification of awesome that was Gwygoytha.
Armed with little experience with people, she opted against the 'try to be friendly but come out offensive' thing she found common in shows and books. Now, to most, she was the quiet girl who lived on the hills.
Hardworking, helpful and always trying her best. That was how she was described, and that was how she was introduced to the class she was enrolled in the Lowlands Academia. The class gave a welcome that was more out of courtesy and resumed their usual activities. The said usual activities appalled her.
There were three cliques, not one, not two but THREE, each led by a leader she'd wonder at the circumstances of how they earned their position. They largely went by their nicknames than not, Dead Priest, Westcon and Spirit Talker. While she would attribute it to culture shock, there was very little she found to appreciate of them and plenty of flaws she could point out from her first impressions of them.
The first two were pushing unsavory tasks to those lowest in the pecking order while taking anything they wanted from them with thinly veiled threats, while the third let all this happen in apparent apathy. This looked less of a bullying ring and more of an established system and that implication was the worst of all.
Often, she'd find herself wondering what on earth the headmaster was thinking, allowing such behavior, then she'd remember his name and accept things. Headmaster Nut. Maybe they forgot an 's' at the end there, but the man was rumored to be absurdly capable at his job despite his eccentricities. She'd leave running the school to the mad man, trusting him to have a plan. She had many projects to complete for extra credits after all.
"Ymaryn, can you help me with this question?"
"Return these books to the library for me, won't you, Ymaryn?"
"Can you spare one of those rolls? I...the vending machine ate my change."
Some might have called her foolish or at least thought her gullible or exploitable when she assented to all those requests with a smile. But that didn't matter when friendship bloomed between the hands reaching out for help and the one that offered it.
That apparently was frowned upon by quite a vocal few, however. An example being the fellow student, older than he should be at his year and even then, far too large for his age.
"Ymaryn, was it?", he rumbles, malicious glint in his eyes. Her wrist caught, Ymaryn's muscles went taut as she tried to pull out of his grip, only for it to tighten.
"I heard you were offering bread to anyone hungry.", he continues on as if without a care.
"You know, I'm feeling mighty famished."
"Storm. Leave her alone."
It was very much to the surprise of Ymaryn that Spirit Talker had chosen to interfere, a hand with white knuckles already on Storm's shoulder. The oversized thug grunted, unhanding her but unleashing a flurry of blows as he turned to Spirit Talker. Ymaryn winced as she heard a particularly heavy blow connect, only to see the fist of Storm's firmly in a lazy grip of Spirit Talker's other hand.
"That, was uncalled for."
In one swift motion, the thick lower limbs of Storm were impossibly uprooted and their upper counterparts forced to take their place. As the bespectacled boy rose from his unconscious victim's side, he straightened his ruffled uniform out.
"Now, if you'll excuse me." he spoke, and belatedly Ymaryn realized he was addressing her, "I have a talk to have with Dead Priest."
Ymaryn watched as his figure disappeared down the hallway and decided that she would have to revise her opinion on Spirit Talker, at least.
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