Hands slamming down, laughter, books fumbling on the floor, and feet kicking. Dustin’s gaze moving up across the library, seeing a bunch of people laughing about the prior terrorist attack, disgust across his face.
“Yeah man, Billy’s face was fuckin’ priceless!”
“Shoulda seen Ronnald run off and cower like a piss faced pig, priceless too!”
“Haha, stupid terrorists.”
His book in turn raised, Dustin looking to get away from the conversation, hatred spilling through his mind, his body shaking with it, “Bastards, people died in that attack, you have no right to laugh!” he’d think.
A pair of hands would slam down on the table in front, his book being forced down, looking up to see one of them, “You got a problem buddy?” they’d ask though not a word spoken by Dustin, “Oh, too good to speak? So where were you hiding during the attack, eh?”
He’d remain looking, still not a word said, the kid growing angrier at once.
“Well, what’s up, cat got your tongue? Oh, you’re asking for it you little punk, you think you’re too good to answer me, eh?!”
“...”
“Speak up bastard!” he’d shout slapping Dustin right across the face, backhanded. He’d look away due to the slap, though then look forward, “Scum...”
“What was that? You called me scum!? You little pond scum, look at me boy! You’re a nerd and you know what, we don’t need you. I don’t know why you’re even in this school, everyone hates you!”
“It’s because I don’t give a damn… in the end I will go further in life than you will.”
“Huh? You think so? Let me show you something,” he’d growl, ripping the book from Dustin’s hands, “This thing is paper, it ain’t worth a fuckin’ thing!” he’d then shout back, pulling and ripping the front pages and cover off, Dustin’s hands slamming down, “HEY!!!”
“What loser wrote this… Zero Murasame? Pathetic, what a loser writing for a living,” and then another rip, the kid looking forward, “Got a prob-”
WHACK!!!
CRASH!!!
“Uhhhhhhhhhh………………...”
Down on the ground, nose bleeding, the same person who had seconds before been the dominant person in the room, book flopping from his hands with his back on the floor, Dustin now standing. Two others would quickly grab the aggressor, pulling back on his shoulders dragging him away, a staff member looking up from a news paper though quickly looking back down with a sigh, turning a page.
Getting down quick to pick up the pieces of his book, a sigh would leave his mouth, turning around to then sit down again, grabbing some tape attempting to put it back together. Another thud, soon at the desk, his gaze going forward though eyes widening just a touch, before him sitting now at the desk not who he had expected.
“Hey uh, Dustin.”
“Ellie… what a surprise.”
“I uh, saw what happened; can’t believe those guys would just do that.”
“Welcome to South Dakota, everyone here is a simple idiot.”
“So I see but what makes you so different?”
A sigh, then, “Some of us are just born out of place. Originally I was just a suicidal little nobody till I met the author of this book,” he’d murmur, plopping the book on the table, her gaze looking down at it.
“He must be quite the person then...”
“He helped me find a passion in reading and writing worlds that are so distant from our own, nice and without the bs of this craphole… so, how can I help you?”
“Oh uh, nothing, I just felt like saying hi.”
“Well, you did, you can go now.”
“Why are you always so quick to turn me away?”
“Because in the end, you won’t be any different than the others. People start out nice but then they turn into complete jerks.”
“What about your friend who got you into writing?”
“He’s from the internet like the only other friends I have.”
“And what’s to say I can’t be like them?”
“Hmph… doubtful.”
The bell would ring, their attention distracted, a sigh from Dustin as he then stood, “I have to go, we’ll continue this never,” he’d mutter grabbing his bag to then walk away, leaving Ellie sitting with a slight grin, “We’ll see Rain, we’ll see.”
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