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Normal. That was the one word to describe her appearance. But underneath the facade, normal was the farthest thing from the truth. Broken was more fitting. Hurt, betrayed, depressed. It all fit. But that didn't show, none of it ever showed. She did not look like your typical 'emo', having blonde hair and light blue eyes, and almost never wearing black. She seemed to be fine. Whenever others were around, she had a smile on her face, pretty much one-hundred percent of the time. The only thing that may have been the slightest bit suspicious if anyone took the time to notice is the fact that her wrists were always covered. Whether it be by bracelets, a watch, wristbands, or just long sleeves, her wrists were never showing.

She, Celia Kartal, had a tough time of just about everything lately. She was in her junior year of highschool, and wasn't really doing well to say the least. Her highschool wasn't a good one--at least, the teenagers there were more cruel than at other schools. There were fights everyday, and more often than not, Celia would somehow be involved. Not that she'd be fighting, though. Everyone picked on her, and the ones that didn't outwardly do so, certainly didn't help her. She was beat up, tripped, pushed, made fun of, and ridiculed often. She'd even gotten raped a few times. The worst part was, no one seemed to care. Not the teachers, not the students, and not her family. Despite it all, she smiled. Smiled because they hated to see her happy, even if she really wasn't. At least it was easier to take that way, she supposed. All the same, her grades were down, and nothing else was looking up, either.

Today was the same as any other, and Celia didn't really even want to go to school. But she had to. Dragging herself out of bed, she went to the bathroom, getting in the shower and washing her waist-length, straight, light blonde hair. For being so unfortunate, she was actually very pretty. No one seemed to notice that, though. Finished in the shower, she got out and dried her hair before brushing through it. She looked at her face for a moment, frowning in the mirror since she was alone and didn't need to smile. With a sigh, she turned and went to her room, pulling on some light blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Over top of the shirt she threw on a white jacket, it being winter time and raining. After getting her boots on, she grabbed some wristbands and covered her wrists with them. Just in case she took the jacket off later. That all finished, she walked out of her home, the seventeen year-old walking to school with an umbrella over her head to protect her from the rain.

Celia arrived on campus in twenty minutes time, and immediately the day turned sour. Someone stole her umbrella and ran off, leaving her to have to walk home in the rain when school ended. But it wasn't over yet, so she just walked inside to her first class, the usual smile on her face as she sat at her desk. Bruises from her last beating were still on her body, but her clothes covered them, so she wasn't worried about it. Not like anyone would care, anyway. "Celia, I need to speak with you a moment." It was the teacher's voice, and Celia rose up to her feet, going up to him. "Your grade just keeps getting lower and lower. You never turn in any assignments, and your test scores also keep lowering. If you keep this up, you're going to fail."
"I'm sorry, sir. I...I try my best." He just sighed and shook his head some, Celia now returning to her seat. The saddest part of it was, even if he didn't believe her, she really /did/ try her best. With all that was going on, she couldn't do any better.

The school day came and went quickly, which was all the better. With it finally over, Celia got off of campus quickly, walking along the sidewalk while the rain soaked her hair. She was handling it fine until someone came along and pushed her down right into a puddle, and then held her there with her face in the dirty water. It was a boy, that much she knew, and he was laughing as he did that. Just before she thought she'd pass out from lack of air, he was gone. Pushing herself up with her hands, she coughed, breathing heavily as she stayed there on her hands and knees.

Aaron was part of the gang of boys pushing Celia down in the mud. It was his friend doing it, a Johnny Carlton. But Aaron certainly wasn't doing anything to help - if anything, he thought it was funny.

"Go on, Johnny," he said, joining in with the rest. Pushing a cigarette between his lips, he cupped his hand around it and lit it up, inhaling the relaxing smoke. Johnny rubbed Celia's face in the mud one last time, and then stepped back. When she got up, she would be faced with a ring of jeering boys.

Celia finished getting her breath back, then sighing a bit heavily. After a few more moments, she got up to her feet, covered in mud and water. Ignoring that fact, she just wiped some of it off her face, then turned to look at the boys around her. She was used to stuff like this, but she still didn't like it. Despite that, a small smile came to her face, and she just looked to the ground. Her only defense; being numb, and trying to seem uneffected.

Jade and Arianna stood across the street. Arianna had her mouth covered, shking her head - it was so pointless. These guys were so pointlessly cruel, and she couldn't see the justice of it. To anyone looking, the twins looked identical - they even had the same haircut, except Arianna's fringe was curved instead of straight and her hair longer. While she was appalled, Jade was glowering.
"You pathetic assholes!" He yelled, ignoring his sisters nudges, and whispers for him to shut up. He pushed her off and crossed the street, with her hovering nervously behind him. Jade puleld his jacket off and threw it at Arianna, his muscled abs visible through the thin dakr material of his t-shirt.
"Pick on someone who can face you! Gimme what you got!" He said loudly, spreading his arms wide.

"She's not even bothered," Johnny said jeeringly. "You want some more, Celia?" He stepped towards her threateningly.

Watching with the others, Aaron wondered if the girl was bothered. Was the smile just a facade that she hid behind, plastering a nonchalent expression across her face in order to survive?

Or was she really just that much of a freak that she actually didn't care?

Johnny pushed her over again, and the others laughed meanly. Celia's clothes were filthy, dripping mud from the dirty puddle. It would have seeped through her school bag, soaking her books.

Aaron thought it was pretty funny.

"Push her over again!" someone suggested.

Jade glared at everyone, unable to understand how they could do this, and why they ignored him when he was trying to help the girl.
"Jade, please, don't," Jade ignored her, walking closer to the group.
"HEY! Pick on someone who can take it, why don't you?" He spread his arms again, but this time his fists were clenched. He was going to start throwing punches soon. Arianna followed and grabbed his arm, but he shrugged her off, waiting for a reaction. He wasn't leaving until he got one.

Celia had heard Jade, and looked at him, but then felt herself being pushed down again. So the smile hadn't worked this time. Well, she supposed she couldn't really expect it to. They laughed, like anyone else would have. Or anyone else at the school, at least. Despite being muddy, wet, cold, and miserable, she just sat up, looking up at them with a seemingly uncaring expression. Another mask. Hearing Jade speak again, and protect her, it was surprising to say the least. No one ever tried to help her.

Aaron glanced over. Some guy was coming across the road in an attempt to defend Celia, arms spread wide and fists tightly clenched. It was odd. No one ever stuck up for Celia. He'd even heard rumours that she'd been raped and no one had cared. Aaron looked at Johnny. He wondered if the other boy had had anything to do with those stories. He might well have done what the rumours said. And yet, no one was bothered.

Johnny looked up at the boy coming over. Jade, wasn't it? His sister clung to his arm, looking scared. Johnny smirked.

"Get out of here, Jade," he sneered. "Or we might have to start paying attention to you, too. And your sister." Johnny's leer lingered on her for a moment before switching back to the boy facing him.

((By the way, I only really control Aaron. Johnny and the others are just part of the gang, Johnny obviously being a ringleader. Anyone can control them; I just made them because bullies usually come in a group. So, Johnny and all the others can be controlled by everyone if you want!))

Jade launched himself at the boy, a red haze coming down over his eyes. Nobody said anything about his sister and got off lightly. Especially not that. Jade had an incredibly short fuse, and he had reached breaking point.
"You dare!" He screamed as he punched, not caring if he was landing the blows or not.
"You fucking dare, and I'll kill you, you sick fuck!"
"Jade, no!" Arianna yelled, wishing her brother had more patience. But the comment had creeped her out too. She'd heard the rumors about that guy raping Celia. She didn't want it to happen to her. Jade wasn't paying attention to her, and that was what scared her, though. Normally he listened to her, but she couldn't control him now.

The others broke into uproar. Aaron darted forwards and got in the middle of Johnny and Jade.

"Pack it in!" he shouted. Being smaller and skinnier than both of the other boys, he wasn't exactly good at keeping them apart, but he didn't want the fight to escalate and a policeman to find them or something. Besides, Johnny's weird comment had even creeped him out. Some things were just too far.

Johnny pulled back as Aaron stepped in the way, wiping a cut lip and breathing heavily. He glared at Jade. "You'll be sorry you did that," he said.

"Shut up, Johnny," Aaron interrupted. "You want the police to find us again?" All of the boys in the group already had a warning from their last run-in with the law.

Celia had just kind of watched for a moment, not able to do much, but she did get up. She looked around at them all, then turned her attention to Jade. "It's alright, just stop. I don't want you getting hurt because of me." She was used to these beatings, she could take it. Despite it all, she still cared for others, possibly more than she cared for herself. But she didn't go so far as to actually care about those who hurt her, at least not caring as much as she would for others.

Jade was pulled back a protesting Arianna, breathing heavily himself.
"And if you ever say anything about my sister again, you'll get it twice as hard," He said viciously.
"Jade, shut up, or I'm phoning the police!" Arianna threatened, and Jade shut up as well. His temper had got him in a run-in with the law more than once. She turned to the group, and her usually pretty features were distorted by rage. She marched up to Johnny, and shoved a finger in his face.
"This was your fault, mate, and if you ever make my brother that angry again, I'm bringing the fucking cops to your door," She hisse, before walking back towards Jade. The twins didn't take a lot of shit. Handing Jade his jacket, she watched him slip it on, before realising that Johnny must have got a few punches in, because Jade had a black eye. She gently touched it, and he flinched, so she left it. Jade turned to Celia, and shook his head, not realising his best friends were now standing with Arianna.
"It's fine, you can't take this day in day out, love," Arianna was still glaring at the group, and Hunter gently layed an arm on her shoulder.
"Ari, come on. They're pathetic, having to resort to this for their free time," Relunctantly, she turned away, but Hunter, Adam and Davey continued to glare at them, as if daring them to fight people who were willing to take them on.

Celia nodded a little to Jade and Arianna, and didn't dare stay there any longer. Taking whatever time was bought, she quickly left, wanting to get home. Even home was better than there. Not to mention, it was still raining, and she was risking getting sick on top of all this other stuff. She didn't need even more to deal with. As soon as she made it home, she got out of her wet clothes, taking a nice hot shower to warm up. Tomorrow was another day, and she had a feeling it wouldn't be any better.

Aaron stood by Johnny, folding his arms and watching Jade carefully. Celia left.

"That's it. That's enough," he said. "Let's go. C'mon, Johnny." He turned to leave.

That night, Celia stayed in the safety of her home. Only safe because her parents weren't there, but still. It was a lot better than the streets. She didn't get her homework done, though she had tried, and got it part way done. Part way wasn't enough. Oh well, her grades were already almost failing anyway, what was the point in trying to bring them up? She wouldn't be able to. Giving up, she went to sleep, needing some rest tonight. In the morning, she dressed in her usual style of clothing. Jeans, a white t-shirt, and some wrist-bands. It wasn't raining, luckily, and she just walked to school as usual.

Celia was tired of this day-to-day ritual. Go to school, go through the classes she were naturally going to fail anyway, and get beat up throughout the day. Anyone would get worn out from all of that. But there wasn't a whole lot she could do about it, as she saw it. She'd tried to go to the police. Like that helped. That made it worse, damn dirty cops. So she stayed away from the law as much as possible now.

Much to her surprise, she made it through school that day with little incident. Not that she expected the whole day to be that way. There was always the afterschool hours. Sighing, she hoisted her bookbag onto her shoulder, just walking off campus and to the sidewalk. No doubt where the next attack would take place.

And it did take place there, not long after she'd gotten away from the school. Three boys came up, one grabbing her bag, one shoving her to the cold, hard ground, and the other just laughing. As usual, Celia did nothing about it, not wanting to make it worse than it already was.

The guys glared at Shojoro at first, all but the one in his grasp. The other two, though they had noticed his tone, didn't seem to care quite as much. "What do you know about it, anyway?" One of them asked, sneering some.
"Yeah, and it isn't stupid. She had it coming." The other added, a smirk on his face. Celia always seemed to have it coming for one reason or another. Why they all picked her, well...just a few knew that detail, and it wasn't something that she openly told. Now, she just straightened her posture a bit, no longer against the wall as she just looked at the three teenagers and one man in front of her. The usual expression was on her face, that mask of no emotion, of not caring.