Schloer

Hi! This is just a piece of creative writing I did this afternoon. It's not based on a real person, but I couldn't really think of anything to write about...

Schloer. Schloer Ripple.

That was her name. That was the first thing she ever said to me.

She was always the odd one out. Her bright red hair and stunning green eyes made her stand out in a crowd. The eccentric clothes she wore, the weird trinkets she accessorized herself with, the odd colors- everything about her was just different to everyone else. Everyone at school would be able to find something about her that was simply pathetic to them- her appearance, her style- even her name. Everyone but me.

She was always a very intelligent girl. She came top in every subject, and was always liked by her teachers. She was often bullied about this, and I was the only one defending her. Schloer would, not surprisingly for her kind nature, take these snide comments from other classmates rather coolly, laugh her tinkling laugh, and walk away.

Schloer had a peculiar sort of personality. She was always more of a free-spirited person, and would let nobody interfere with the actions she decided to take. She would never care if someone offended her, or said something bad about her, and she would never say anything bad back. Whenever a mistake was made, she would never blame anyone, and just smile wistfully and would patiently await you to try again. She always set me a good example about believing in yourself.

I've always felt sorry for her, how when we sat down at a table, everyone would leave. How when she spoke everyone laughed.

I wonder if she was lonely, always being stuck with me and no one else.

I was her only friend.