104I Bought These Skittles on Ebay
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He was doing it again.
That little purple-headed nerd was eating skittles, again.
That's all he ever does, is sit around eating skittles, being so… so smart!
Every day, too.
Ever since he moved here in Pre-K, and up till now in second grade, he'd have a stupid bag of skittles with him!
Everyone hated him because he was so smart; This year he was doing maths with the fourth grade, and English with the fifth!
Plus, he's 2 years younger than everyone!
He's only 6 when everyone else here is 8!
He should be in kinder-garden like every normal 6-year old.
But the things I hate the most about him is the fact that he's REALLY REALLY quiet.
He like, never ever talks!
EVER!
Also, that's all anybody ever sees him eat, is skittles, even at home, I've heard!
But he's a stick!
He's even thinner than Axel, and he's really really thin.
Oh yea, I don't know how I forgot, but it seems like he only does 4 things.
Read, be smart, make origami, and sit around eating that candy.
Everything he does just makes me so…mad!
Really really mad!
I used to like skittles up until a few days after he moved to our school.
I tried to be his friend, since I thought we had things in common, but after our first conversation, I just ignored him.
It went something like this:
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"Hey there, I'm Demyx!" I walked up to the new kid, who had a bag of skittles.
He looked up at me( he was just sitting there, on the ground like a dummy)with those stupid purple eyes of his.
He didn't say anything, and looked back down to the ground.
He put his bag of skittles to his eye as if to see the rainbow of colors; I love doing that!
He put his arm down and just stared at the ground again.
How I hate to be ignored.
I was about to walk away when he held up the bag of skittles in my direction.
"Want some?" He asked, his voice really quiet.
Still unhappy about being ignored at first, I said, "No way! I don't share things with people who's hair and eyes are a girl's color! I might get yer germs and turn purple like you!" And ran off.
Everyone had overheard this, and began to laugh and point at him, shouting 'Girly boy, girly boy!' over and over again at him.
-x-X-x-Present day-x-X-x-
I snorted from the memory and looked over at said skittle-freak.
We were in the middle of our history section, and he was raising his hand to answer the question Ms. Schanacker had asked.
Go figure, he always knew the answer.
"So does anybody know who the third president was?" The teacher asked.
"…Theodore Roosevelt…" He said in that whisper voice of his.
"Very good, Zexion! That was such a complicated question, and for answering it spot on correctly you get a treat!" She grinned, and he nodded, a tiny smile on his face.
I hate him so much!
It was break time now, and everyone was playing with their friends in the playtime area.
Except for Zexion, of course.
He was in the corner, reading, as usual.
He didn't have any friends, naturally.
And he was eating the treat that had given him; a bag of skittles.
Everyone was so used to seeing him with them; she must have bought a stash of them just for him.
So I went over to him, and begin to do what I do best to people I hate!
Well... I don't hate many people.
Just him!
"Hey, buttface!" I said to him.
He didn't look up, but I know he knew we were talking to him.
Axel, Roxas, Riku and Sora had joined me to torment him.
"Why are you always eating skittles, huh? And why're you the teacher's pet?!" I yelled.
Axel and Sora grabbed him and made him stand up, his book dropping to the ground, his page lost.
Riku laughed, and pushed him back to the ground.
Everyone, except Roxas, who looked horrified at what we were doing, was laughing.
I grabbed his bag of skittles and dumped them over his head, and then we all left.
Roxas stayed behind to check on him.
"Are you ok? Where did you get that bruise?" He asked him, referring to the big bruise on his right arm.
He just shook his head and picked up his book with a sigh.
-x-X-x-Rox POV-x-X-x-
I stood by watching my so called friends picking on poor Zexion.
'What did he ever do to you?' I thought.
When they left, I went and checked on him.
He seemed to have another huge bruise on him, but one that couldn't have possibly come from Dem.
I felt even worse for just standing by and watching all this happen when I saw that he was silently crying.
I then decided to comfort him by hugging him, which I did.
Afterwards I ran to the teacher and told on Demyx, Axel, Sora and Riku.
She got real mad.
Things like this went on for a long while, up until fourth grade which was when he moved again.
I think it had something to do with his parents being real mean to him, and him being taken away, but I don't really know.
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Completely different story from what I really have planned xD
Um this just came to me like, today, so I decided to write it out now.