[Stellan] Bully Free Zone

[sophie]

Sophie Jessica Reid
MISGUIDED GHOSTS TRAVELLING ENDLESSY
THE ONES WE TRUSTED THE MOST PUSHED US FAR AWAY
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Looking around the room, Sophie noticed so many people. She hated eating lunch at school. Hated it with a passion. It was the one time when all the bullies would corner her. They'd make fun of her but none of the teachers or students knew so they couldn't do anything about it. She had always sat in the corner trying not to cry because that would only show the bullies that she was weak. That she didn't know how to take care of herself.

Gripping the tray in her hands to the point where her knuckles were white, Sophie looked around again. She wanted to so badly find somewhere to sit that was secluded. Where no one would bother her. The cafeteria was just so big. If it wasn't so big, it wouldn't be a problem. Wait, she wanted it big. Big meant that people wouldn't find her. The bullies couldn't sniff her out like a pack of wolves and attack her.

For the first time since coming to the Academy, Sophie smiled. Maybe this could be a new start for her. Meet new people who could bring her out of her shell like Nicholas did. No, that wouldn't happen. Sophie knew it too. She knew that only her older brother could do that. He was the only one who could. He was the only one who had tried. Her parents hadn't even tried to bring back the old Sophie. She had yet to meet her roommate. Only thing she knew was her name was Skylar. Nothing else. It would be nice to know a little bit more considering that Sophie was going to be living with her for the next who-knows-how-long.

Wandering around, Sophie found herself sitting at a round table by herself. The table was in front of a window that looked out across the yard. She glanced outside. People were walking around, chatting, texting, on a computer, and running to their next class. Unlike Sophie, they all had friends. They all appeared to be talking to someone. The person she could talk to was across seas in Afghanistan. Nicholas had been told that he was going to Afghanistan a week before Sophie moved here. She hadn't had time to say good bye. Finding her hand on her necklace, Sophie pulled it down and picked up her hamburger. She made a face and took a small bit. It tasted better then what she suspected.

Out of habit, Sophie glanced up to see if anyone was coming her way. If they were, Sophie would jump up and run out of there. She didn't want to be picked on anymore. Turning towards her bag, Sophie began to rummage around looking for her phone.

"You talking."[/color]
"Others talking."[/color]
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[/color] Stellan
Notes[/color] Clothes[/url]
Word Count[/color] 453
TEMPLATE MADE BE LE DISKO ?! AT CAUTION 2.0![/blockquote][/center]

[stellansayer]

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Stellan sat quietly at his table, munching on something. Looking back down at the tray, he wondered what on Earth IS that slop? If the food in the Academy could talk, it’d say ‘Don’t eat me!’ Then Stellan remembered that the slop was actually kind of delicious, so he continued to eat it. His head was throbbing in beat to whatever song was currently in his head.

Stellan’s song of the day? Dynamite by Taio Cruz. The fact that he’d just randomly listened to it once was enough to drive him crazy. Someone must be putting subliminal messages in the songs to make people listen. He nodded to this out-of-the-blue thought.

Going back to the thought that had brought up that whole string of other thoughts, he decided. Why is my head throbbing?

The fact that he hadn’t really slept in days was proof enough. Proof that Stellan ignored. The bags under his eyes had their own bags now. It looked like he’d been punched in both eyes. Stellan hated it, but sleep just seemed to evade him at night. The only time he could sleep was during class, apparently. He had fallen asleep in drawing class the other day. Better than falling asleep in Swimming… he thought wryly.

The only embarrassing part of sleeping in drawing class was that the pencil marks on the page that he’d slept on…ended up on his face. There had been snickers and smatterings of laughter as he’d been so rudely shaken awake by the professor who looked like they had sucked a lemon.

He took a sip of his water, and sighed as he thought of what his sisters were doing right then. Back in Stellan’s hometown, it was probably nine o’ clock in the morning or something—Stellan sucked at math. Luvena had probably pitched a fit of getting woken up to go to school, until their mom bribed her with a nice breakfast of pancakes or waffles. Erianthe was most likely at work, answering boring phone call after boring phone call.

Stellan looked around, and spotted a blonde girl sitting nearby. She seemed as lonely and as out of place as he was. He smiled, but felt a little pang of sympathy. He’d spent his entire life as the wallflower, and it hurt him to see someone else act like one. He saw her finger something in her bag,

Probably a cell phone… Stellan thought.

He could really understand when it came to that. He was constantly on the phone with his family. Either texting or calling them, or even thinking about them. The only people he didn’t talk to were his dad or his brother Rawson. Erianthe, Luvena and Daisy were all that Stellan would ever really need, to be honest.

They were the only real friends Stellan had now. His other best friends, his cousins, were gone. He kind of missed them.

Gathering up his lunch and his sketchbook that had been laid open to his side, Stellan walked over to the blonde.

“Excuse me… I couldn’t help but notice that you were sitting alone. I was wondering if I could join you…”

[sophie]

Sophie Jessica Reid
MISGUIDED GHOSTS TRAVELLING ENDLESSY
THE ONES WE TRUSTED THE MOST PUSHED US FAR AWAY
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Sophie was starting to get frustrated. She was looking around in her bag for her phone. She was unable to find it. It was weird how bags did that. They liked to suck the phones into the deep dark corners where no one could find them. When you didn't want your phone to be found, it was always within eye sight. Sophie swore it was a conspiracy.

"I found you,"[/color] Sophie muttered angrily at her phone. "You need to stop disappearing on me..."[/color]

Once her phone was open, Sophie began to scroll through her texts looking for her brothers. Finding it, she began to type up a message.

I miss you. I hope everything is alright. Email me when you can.[/i]

Closing the phone, the text proceeded to send. Setting the phone down, Sophie bit into her hamburger.

“Excuse me… I couldn’t help but notice that you were sitting alone. I was wondering if I could join you…”[/color]

Sophie saw a tall guy standing in front of her. By tall, she meant call. He was at least six foot. Maybe more. Probably more considering how much he towered over Sophie while she sat down. She was only five-three. Not the tallest person but yet not the shortest. His hair was brown, long, and shaggy. She met his eyes which stunned her the most. They were a hazel color that were absolutely beautiful. She took everything in and then sank into her shell.

He would just be another bully who wanted to befriend her and then turn around to make fun of her. She wouldn't have that. She wasn't going to have the bullying problem here. Trying to shrink into her seat to make herself looks smaller, Sophie spoke in a soft, innocent voice. "Um...sure...go ahead."[/color]

Moving her tray closer to herself, Sophie saw that the guy had a sketch book. He must be an artist like myself. I wonder how good he is...[/color][/b]

Sitting in silence was awkward. Sophie didn't want to be the first one to talk because she didn't want to seem like an easy target. Everything for her was about being seen as an easy target. She walked around like that. If someone was walking over to her, she'd try and run away before anything could happen because she didn't want to be picked on. That was just how Sophie worked. Her whole life was about trying to stay away from the bullies.

She sat there and waited for the guy to sit and be the first to speak.

"You talking."[/color]
"Others talking."[/color]
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[/color] Stellan
Notes[/color] Nonce
Word Count[/color] 422
TEMPLATE MADE BE LE DISKO ?! AT CAUTION 2.0![/blockquote][/center]

[stellansayer]

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Stellan almost scoffed when the blonde girl snubbed him. She looked familiar.

Oh….yeah….she’s in my creative writing class….God, my memory sucks…

He looked back down at his tray, and groaned. The sludge appeared to have moved in recent moments. Luckily, there was a delicious-looking brownie on his tray that he had yet to eat.

Guess what, brownie? You’re about to get eaten by Stellan Sayer!

He lifted it to his mouth, and took a large bite. As he chewed, he glanced up at the blonde…Sophie…? She seemed really nervous, Stellan noted. Why was she nervous? Stellan didn’t think he looked THAT intimidating. Then again, he was over six feet tall. And from his crappy memory, he remembered that she was somewhat on the shorty side.

It almost seemed like she was afraid of Stellan. That she thought he would be a big jocky jerk or something. Unable to hold it anymore, Stellan laughed out loud. It actually seemed like Sophie and Stellan were very similar. She refused to talk to people that she didn’t know, as did he. From the way she gripped her phone, she was really close to someone that she was waiting to hear from.

Stellan could sympathize, as he felt for the cold metal of his own cellphone in his pocket. He hadn’t gotten a phone call from Erianthe or Luvena today. Were they okay? What was Lulu doing today? Has Lulu made friends with anyone in kindergarten yet? Was anyone making her lunch or tucking her in?

He grabbed his cellphone from his pocket, and quickly sent a text to Erianthe.

Hey, Erie. It’s me. How’s Lulu? I’m fine. Love you both tons. Call you later. XOXO

His hazel eyes looked up again, and tried to lock onto Sophie’s eyes.

Stellan felt awkward doing that. So…he turned to his sketchbook. Unsure of what to draw, he looked around randomly.

That’s it! he thought.

He sketched Sophie—it was a really crappy, rough sketch.
First he started with her eyes. He used one of his really fine pencils, and tried to sketch her sneakily. Then he moved on to her face. Stellan didn’t even notice the dark grey smudge that was beginning to attack his left hand. That was how Stella liked it—not being able to notice anything around him.

When his dad had started doting on Rawson and basically leaving Stellan to his own devices, his mother taught him how to draw. She said that drawing could be his escape. The only condition was that he returns to Earth on occasion.

He remembered his first sketch. It was of the rocking chair in his room. The same rocking chair his mother had used to rock an infant Stellan to sleep years before. Once done, he’d run his little legs into the bedroom where his mom was watching something. Her smile, her voice of praise rang through his ears.

‘This is wonderful, Stellan! You have a real talent! I’m so proud of you!!’

Finally, the sketch was done. At the bottom, it read Will you talk to me now?

[sophie]

Sophie Jessica Reid
MISGUIDED GHOSTS TRAVELLING ENDLESSY
THE ONES WE TRUSTED THE MOST PUSHED US FAR AWAY
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Watching the guy sit down, Sophie realized she knew him. From one of her classes. She went through a list of her classes and tired to picture the way the rooms were set up. After her first two classes, she realized he was in her Creative Writing. That was it. What was his name... That she couldn't remember... She'd only gone to class one day and wasn't looking forward to the rest of them.

Realizing he was watching her, Sophie quickly dropped her gaze down to her tray and picked up her burger. She took another bite and set it down. It was starting not to taste good. She wished that her brother was here to make her food and to talk to her. If anyone could get her to open up, it was Nicholas.

Thinking about Nicholas made Sophie grip her phone tighter. She wanted to hear from him badly. Wanted to tell him everything that was going on. Only Nicholas would understand what she was going through right now.

Sophie had been staring at her burger not paying attention to the guy... Stellan! That was his name. Now Sophie remembered.

She heard something snap shut and Stellan had shut his phone. I wonder who he was texting... Wait, why should I care anyway. I don't know him. For all I know, he could be a bully...[/i][/color]

Picking up her burger, Sophie made a face and didn't eat it. She wasn't hungry anymore. The last bite had ruined her appetite. Checking her phone to see if Nicholas responded, Sophie realized he was drawing. She tried to peak at what he was drawing but he had it covered to she wouldn't see.

His hand moved with delicacy, like he was a master at what he was drawing. Now she was eager to see. Only if he would show her...

Just as she thought that, Stella turned the sketch book around and showed Sophie what he had drawn. Her eyes went wide when she realized what he had drawn. It looked like Sophie. Every detail. Her eyes, wavy hair, even the way her head was turned. It was her. She let her eyes wonder to the bottom of the page. She noticed something was written.

Will you talk to me now?

Her breath hitched and she tried to sink in her chair. Talk to him? What if he was the people she was trying to avoid... That wouldn't help anything... That would only make it worse. Just like her old school and she didn't want to go through that again.

Glancing up at Stellan, she realized that he was looking at her. She held his eye contact. It was either she talked now or she knew she never would. She opened her mouth and started to talk in a small voice.

"That's really good..."[/color]

"You talking."[/color]
"Others talking."[/color]
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[/color] Stellan
Notes[/color] None
Word Count[/color] 473
TEMPLATE MADE BE LE DISKO ?! AT CAUTION 2.0![/blockquote][/center]

[stellansayer]

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“That’s really good.”

A smile broke through Stellan’s face. VICTORY! He’d gotten her to speak. Actual words were gracing his presence. He could tell this was a momentous occasion for both Sophie and himself. Personally, he didn’t think this sketch was his best work, but he could easily pass it off as one of the sketches he had yet to complete for homework.

He loved sketching, but on his own terms. Stellan wasn’t necessarily compliant with schedules and time limits.
Every day in drawing class, five sketches were to be turned in for a grade whereas another five sketches were to be assigned. Just imagine if he’d broken his hand; he’d be screwed for an eternity until it healed.

He looked at her discarded burger, and then looked at his own discarded meal. Stellan sniffed his slop, and grimaced. Turns out that after a while, the meal tended to…turn.

Guess who wasn’t going to continue eating that? Three guesses. Alright, second question. Guess whose stomach was going to be growling uncontrollably for the rest of the day? Any guesses? If you guessed one Stellan Bryce Sayer, you’d be correct!

Luckily, Stellan still had that brownie he was currently chowing down on and that unopened bottle of chocolate milk that was on his tray. At seventeen or eighteen, Stellan still would only drink chocolate milk—never white milk. Because according to Stella, white milk was disgusting. His sister had tried to get him to drink it once when he was fifteen, but alas. He REFUSED to drink it. Stella was just that stubborn.

Stellan was trying to think of a clever response. But… that was kind of hard because whatever Stellan deemed clever… someone else usually found it stupid. Stellan used to wish he could be like his older brother, smooth and able to say anything. But… he couldn’t be Rawson. He could only be Stellan. So… he gave up the dream about being the second Rawson.

The silence was deafening.

Stellan hated silence. He thought silence was actually louder than screaming. Because growing up, his dad wouldn’t show his appreciation with praise like he would with Rawson. No, his dad’s form of appreciation towards Stellan was to yell at him. When there was silence,
Stellan learned from an early age that he had sucked.
Sucking was something Stellan was used to. He was forever placing second in tournaments and competitions. Erianthe ran track when she was in school, Rawson played nearly everything and who knew what skills Luvena would inherit. Stellan was left behind with only his artistic ability and wit.

Still wracking his brain trying to think of something to say, Stellan looked around nervously.

“Thanks… I’ve been drawing for a long time….” he finally stuttered out.

Contrary to popular opinion, Stellan was actually a shy person. He might have seemed like the kid with everything put together, but in reality he was just as nervous, shy and awkward as any other teenage boy might be.

[sophie]

Sophie Jessica Reid
MISGUIDED GHOSTS TRAVELLING ENDLESSY
THE ONES WE TRUSTED THE MOST PUSHED US FAR AWAY
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Sophie watched Stellan poke at the food that was on his tray. She wasn't sure what it was and it didn't look very edible. It probably didn't taste very good. Probably tasted how it looked. Stellan started to glance around the room nervously. I wonder why he's so nervous...[/i][/color] There wasn't anything in the room that could hu-- Oh wait a minute. Yes there was. The damn bullies. They could hurt anyone. No matter the size or shape or who you were. They’d go after anyone at all.

“Thanks… I’ve been drawing for a long time….”[/color]

It was obvious he had. He had talent and lots of it. Sophie was still amazed at the drawing in front of her. She could draw but not as well as Stellan and she was pretty good herself.

Sophie nodded slowly thinking of how to respond. She didn't want to give him opportunities to attack her... Only how to respond without giving him those? Sophie chewed on her lip thinking looking at the picture that was still in front of her. She glanced down at her phone frowning seeing that her brother still hadn't replied. That was alright though, he was overseas. There was probably an email waiting for her anyway.

Knowing she needed to respond, Sophie spoke.

"Umm… No problem. How long have you been drawing...?"[/color] Sophie muttered just loud enough for Stellan to hear her. She wasn't use to people talking to her. They always ignored her. It was something she was use to.

After that was spoken, her phone vibrated across the table making her jump. She hadn't been expecting anyone to text her. If her brother did text her, it would be a big surprise to Sophie. She quickly snatched up the phone before it knocked anything over. Phone's can be strong and powerful. It was something people had to learn from experience. Sophie had defiantly learned from experience when her phone decided to run across the table knocking her drink over.

Opening the phone, Sophie saw it was her brother. How'd he text her? It was late in night overseas. Maybe he had time or he was up late. Oh well, that didn't matter to Sophie. Sophie's face beamed when she read the next from Pickle... er, Nicholas.

Everything is fine. I'll email you when I get the chance. Everything will be fine. I'm your big brother, trust me. Don't worry. Love you.[/i]

Only if he only knew what was really going on with Sophie… She sent a quick reply to Nicholas smiling as she did so.

Okay, I'll be waiting for your email.[/i]

Sophie sent the message then set the phone down on the table. Stellan was watching her and she arched her eyebrow wondering what he was thinking. "Yes...?"[/color]


"You talking."[/color]
"Others talking."[/color]
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[/color] Stellan
Notes[/color] None
Word Count[/color]
TEMPLATE MADE BE LE DISKO ?! AT 463CAUTION 2.0![/blockquote][/center]

[stellansayer]

Stellan glanced down at the sketchpad again, and blushed a little. The way Sophie had worded her question was almost like she was in awe of his talent or something. He didn’t personally think that he was all that talented. But apparently somebody had to. He blushed a little more.
Suddenly, Sophie’s phone vibrated. It made Stellan flinch, and crack a smile when he saw Sophie jump. His phone didn’t shoot out at people like Sophie’s did. He was forever grateful for that fact. It’d be obnoxiously scary.
“Uh… my mom taught me how to draw when I was seven or so…” he said shyly.
Really, Sophie’s question had been so softly uttered that he’d barely heard her. Why was she still afraid of him? Then again, at 6’2, he was kind of frightening. Until you got to know him, that is. Stellan wasn’t really threatening at all when you got right down to it.
He glanced back up, and away. Grabbing his pencil, he began to sketch things. He randomly sketched a cupcake. The sprinkles were fine; the frosting looked nice and fluffy. Stellan loved cupcakes. Growing up, his mom would always make them for him whenever he was upset or something.
Suddenly, he really wanted a cupcake.
Not just any cupcakes. His mom’s. That’s right, Stellan wanted to fly all the way back to Alabama for a damn cupcake. It’d be totally worth it, right? No? Well, who asked YOU? Oh wait…Stellan did.
Pulling out of his little trance, Stellan jumped a little. He was always doing that. He was always daydreaming, and being suddenly pulled out of them by the harsh reality. Reality sucked, in all honesty. It was Stellan’s lifelong dream to live in his dreams, and stay out of reality forever.
Sure, he’d miss his family and his friends by staying in the dream world. But, they could come with him! Well…except for dear old Dad and big bro Rawson. They can stay in reality. It wouldn’t bother Stellan in the slightest. He laughed a little inside when he thought of his big brother and father being left behind. “Where’d everybody go?” they’d wonder. I wonder if they’d ever figure out that everyone will be in my imagination…with me… I doubt it…
Stellan laughs a little more, this time a little sadder. He hates that his dad hates him. He hates that he’s constantly compared to the amazing Rawson, and feeling like he’s the worst son in the history of the planet.
This time, the laughs are audible and tears are threatening his vision. Oh boy…here we go...