Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24747371-20160102230513

1. I don't have a name for this yet, seeing as it just started as something for a character.

2. The story is meant to follow a more basic exclusion pattern than the normal spook factor, so, it's supposed to make you feel sad for the character than scared or something.

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The class hallway was full of loud adolescents talking to each other. One girl walked down the hallway, ignoring everyone around her. A group of teenagers muttered things about her, and she glanced up at them. Her deep brown, almost black eyes were sunken in. It looked like she hadn't slept in months. She held her backpack in one hand because she couldn't carry it on her back. It was too heavy for her. The girl's name was Kureiji. Nobody in the school knew her last name aside from teachers. It was Tokiwa. Kureiji Tokiwa. Her short black hair was matted and her white school uniform was stained red in many different places, however, it looked torn in others.

Kureiji looked back down to the floor with a raspy sigh. She made her way to her classroom as fast as she could, which, was simple for her because none of the kids wanted to ever go near her. The hallway was empty once the bell rang, and she could have made it to her classroom in time if it wasn't for Hannah, a transfer student who always ended up harming Kureiji.

"Where are you heading to, Kureiji?" Hannah questioned. "My classroom..." Kureiji replied in a wispy, low tone, looking up at the other girl. "Why don't you just stop coming here? They're never going to accept you as their classmate," Hannah scoffed, leaning down to meet eye contact with Kureiji. "E... Education... I need to.. learn," Kureiji replied. She fought to get the right words out. Her voice was gravelly as if it hadn't been used much.

"Have fun with that, runt," Hannah laughed before walking off to her own classroom. Silence filled the hallways once again, and she fell onto her knees, cupping her hands over her mouth. She's right though... Kureiji thought to herself. Nobody wants to talk to the girl who comes to school covered in bruises everyday. The girl who looks as if she hasn't bathed or slept in months.

Nobody wants to talk to someone who's different. Someone who doesn't laugh at every joke. Someone who doesn't talk to others. But it isn't her fault.



Once she got to class, her teacher scolded her for being late. Kureiji tried to promise, and tried to say it would never happen again, but she knew it would be a lie. Her teacher instructed her to take a seat, and so she did. She set her backpack onto her desk to take out the only things she had in there; a few text books. She zipped up her backpack and set it down next to her. When she finally sat down, it was visible. She looked tiny in the seat. Kureiji stood at a short height, four foot seven, and weighed only a hundred pounds. Her long sleeved, collared school shirt with 'KA' on the left side of the chest in red print was too big on her, but it was the smallest size they had. She wore a normal khaki skirt, just like every other girl in the school.

Kureiji sat down and sighed, listening in closely as the teacher began talking.



Once the school day was over, Kureiji got onto her usual bus to go home. Today, she had managed to walk all the way to the back without being tripped. That was new. Nobody seemed to be paying any extra attention to her like they usual do. She had to deal with the creaking of the seat she was on, the water that dripped down onto her and her belongings, and the loud motor. But the other kids just sat in their usual seats and talked to friends, but nobody ever talked to her.

The kids piled off the bus quicker and quicker as the bus continued to stop. After a while, it was just Kureiji, the bus driver, and the bus aid on the bus. Carol, the bus aid, went back to sit by Kureiji. She was the only person who understood what Kureiji was going through.

"How was your day, honey?" Carol questioned. Kureiji shrugged her tense shoulders. "It was... like every other day," Kureiji sighed. "Well don't worry, it'll get better. I promise you it will."

With that, the bus stopped at her stop. Kureiji got her backpack and walked off the bus without a word. Her house wasn't anything too fancy. It was a two story run-down home that used to be an apartment building. It looked overcome with age because her parents did nothing to fix it up or make it at least look like somebody lives there.

When she got home, her father was waiting for her. "How was school?" He asked. "Like every other school day," Kureiji replied softly. "You know if something's wrong, you can always tell me, right? Your mother and I have your best interest at heart," he said, his tone softening. Kureiji nodded and walked upstairs.

She walked into her room's bathroom and shut the door, poking at her scratches and bruises. Both of Kureiji's parents loved her, but the school staff and students thought the markings were her parents' doing. It wasn't; it was her's. The parents thought the opposite of the situation and thought someone at school caused them, but they didn't. Nobody knew about what Kureiji was going through. She didn't want to tell anyone either.

Kureiji was getting tired of it all. Day in and day out, people ignored her, Hannah tried to bully her out of the school, and nobody understood her. It was becoming more and more aggravating, little by little. You could even say she was being driven insane, but, she wasn't at the same time.

She wanted to get a break, so she went outside for a walk. Kureiji didn't want to bring her phone. Nothing would happen to her anyways. Kureiji left the house. It was about five P.M. and darkness was already beginning to settle in. She walked down the sidewalk, making sure to stay clear of the road at all costs. She wanted to head to the local park to play for a little bit, so she went to cross the road.

She began to walk across, and made it to the other side with no issue. No cars seemed to be out. She continued her walk peacefully, when all of the sudden, she was knocked to the pavement with brute force, and faster than she could acknowledge. When she hit her head on the floor, all she heard was the fading rumble of a car engine and shouting of a man.



The girl jolted up, unaware of where she was. A blanket was covering her and another form in the bed. Her name was Kureiji. Kureiji Tokiwa. And she was forever haunted by the things that she endured through her teenage years. She now remembered where she was; this was her apartment. The body next to her was her female cousin, Junsei.

She was a nineteen year old girl who had dropped out of high school because nobody wanted her there, and she never truly wanted to be there either.

Kureiji got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She still had the same sunken in eyes, the same matted, short hair that reached down to her neck. She wore a light grey jacket with the words 'KA' on it in red. That's right... She thought to herself. I stayed there for high school as well...

Her bruises were gone, but the scratches were now scars. Everything she had to deal with past middle school still stuck with her. The car that hit her, the accident, everything. She felt the back of her head and felt the long scar that reached down to her nape.

Kureiji sighed and leaned down over the sink, elbows on the counter. She cried. Cried for her parents that had to deal with everything from her, cried because the doctors couldn't figure out why she was still burdened with these recurring nightmares...

Cried because she couldn't cry anymore after this night.

She walked out of the bathroom, out of the room... She went into the kitchen and got a knife. But she could never hurt anyone else, no. She couldn't bring herself to do it.

Kureiji walked out of her cousin's apartment and walked down the stairs, clutching the knife's grip so hard her knuckles were turning whiter and whiter, cutting off blood flow. Once she made it out into the street, she stared up at the sky. The stars painted the sky like a black canvas. This world she lived in was a work of art, a master piece.

But she was just the speck in the corner the world couldn't get rid of. The accident.

And if she was gone, nobody would know it was her.

Nobody ever knew the pain she went through.

With that last thought, Kureiji drove the knife deep into her abdomen and pulled it out again, repeating the motion several times, before finally collapsing.

Her vision was soon covered with spots. Before she fell limp, she uttered one thing. "Exclusion.."

After that, all that was left of her was corpse.

And that corpse's old name was Kureiji. Kureiji Tokiwa. 