Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190918012915/@comment-39323068-20190920010407

It looked like Chris and Ashlynn were in their own world, talking like they were best friends. Rhys didn’t know why, but his fists clenched and his eyes were narrowed, just a little bit.

And look where he was. Hiding. Behind a potted plant. Did they not see Mr. Giganto standing right around the corner?

And then they left. PE ended. Wow. Unbelievable. What about me? he wanted to say.

Grumbling, he flung open his locker to get his books, when he saw–––

A note? It said:

Other elves look down on you because of your talent (or lack of one). Our world has never learned to accept this. But together, we can change this. If you want to make our world a better place, write a line on your locker.

Rhys immediately thought of Cade. Was this a prank? Probably. Made to get revenge for almost getting him in trouble. His gut told him to burn it asap, but... curiosity always got the better of him. Of course it did.

Rhys read the letter again. He hated being someone’s punching bag. Someone to look at and think, “At least I’m not that poor guy.” He loathed every rejection, everyone that thought he basically wasn’t a true elf, every single time someone pushed him around...

He hated it.

Hopefully, this wasn’t a prank. Hopefully, he could do something about what he was going through. Rhys took out a pen and drew a line on his locker.

He walked to his next class, footsteps echoing on the tile floor.