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daisy-dumpling · 5 years ago

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Wrote a little something as part of my Jojo Oc’s backstory, hope you enjoy!

⚠️⚠️WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: BULLYING,GENERAL ANGST, ABUSE,FAT SHAMING AND SAD TIMES⚠️⚠️

Art by @mariesmh

Name:Maica Yagi

Age:15

Birthday:Feb.14.1986

Place of Birth:Wakayama City, Japan

Nationality:Japanese

Race:Asian

Ethnicity:Hispanic

Height:5’3

MBTI:ISFJ

Parents: Kirumi Yagi and Armando Gordon (separated)

Stand:Mr.Lonely (Born stand user)

‘Ugh again? Oh well let’s just clean this up before anyone gets here” I thought looking at the now near regular sight of my desk littered with unoriginal yet hurtful words in black ink: Fat pig, Cunt, Die bitch, Godzilla, dumbass, Crazy and etc. Grabbing the useful rag (unlike the ones here at school) I kept in my backpack - a light blue thing covered in a strawberry pattern that Mom got me for my birthday- tossing it onto my shoulder then,made a beeline for the few cleaning supplies kept in the cabinet in the back of the classroom. ‘Of course,’ The one spray bottle I needed was too high for me to grab today ‘I need your help...’ With a squeak the tiny blob of slimy darkness with two pale white pupils peeked out from behind my back.Swiftly he stretched a part of his malleable form to the spray bottle I needed bringing it down into hands “Thanks...” I said tonelessly.

I called this creature: Mr. Lonely.

Since I could remember he’s been with me, back then I adored him, did nearly everything with him.That is until I told my parents and friends about him, I still remember; when my Dad came all the way from his place in Spain to go to go see a child psychologist with Mom, seeing her cry over the thought that I could be crazy or put into a sanitarium, and Dad giving a sad look just trying to comfort her even though they weren’t together anymore.I couldn’t bear seeing them like this, so I did what I had to do- I lied telling them I was fine, that I didn’t see him anymore and they looked so relieved at that.But I hated saying that, I hated him, so damn much but he was here and I had to live him till I was dead so I just tolerate him, some days I like him better than others though.All that talk of him however caught with me in middle school, the fact that I wasn’t exactly petite didn’t help either though.

Taking out my pink cassette player I started it up, putting in my earbuds and went to spraying down the wooden desk with my free hand before taking the rag off my shoulder wiping it down.

‘The school year is almost over,’

‘it’s the last year of middle school,’

‘We’ll all be going to different high schools’

‘Let’s just get through this.’

These were things I things often told myself to make it to the end of the day.Nobody was going to help, I tried but teachers see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear, and the thought of making Mom and Dad upset....

When the music started in my earbuds all my thoughts were put on hold when the first song started, ‘Can’t take my eyes off you’ By Frankie Valli. One of my favorites.

I liked the soft beginning to it and I couldn’t help but sway my body a little listening to the drum then when that lovely voice came in, oh it was blissful to put it mildly. But when the main part started, the tempo going I started moving my head side to side wiping away in sync with his wonderful voice.Even Mr. Lonely was bouncing to the tune happily (even though I wasn’t sure he could hear it, he probably could) By the time it faded away the desk was nearly done, I finished up the rest quickly when I noticed the time on the clock, putting away the supplies in their rightful places, I went and took a seat at my now clean desk listening to the rest of my favorites as the students started to file into the classroom.

The look in their eyes or rather lack of, they did their hardest to avoid me knowing something was wrong with me, not wanting to associate themselves with ‘The weird fat girl’, the ones that did speak to me were not kind to put it lightly, but I could handle it.Speak of the devil they’re here, the group of five girls talking amongst each other happily, one of which sat directly behind me. I could feel Mr.Lonely start to shake violently, letting out shrill screeches no one could hear but me, he acted like this every time I saw them “Keep it together” I told him harshly in a hushed voice. The feeling of my earbuds being suddenly yanked out came to my attention and I looked up to see it was one them, their leader: Leiko Oka.

I hated her the most out of all of them; conniving,cruel, with a kind looking smile always on her face that fooled many.

“Aw what are you doing? Are you talking to yourself?” She asked in that sweet patronizing voice of hers swinging the earbuds side to side in her grip.

Mr.Lonely let out a growl now and I could tell he was giving that glaring look without even looking at him “N-No...” I replied directing it towards Mr. Lonely as well to get him to stop “Oh good, I’d hate for you to become a further embarrassment to your existence.” She said smiling still tugging the wire off the desk causing the cassette player to fall off the desk

“Now come on smile Mai , you look like a troll when you frown.” With that she left to her seat ‘Don’t tell me smile’ I wanted to say but I couldn’t, it was almost over I shouldn’t start anything I wanted to scream and cry but I wasn’t going to give that satisfaction.Then I heard a snip from behind my head, feeling my hair there was a part missing, hearing a chuckle behind me I deduced that one of them just cut my hair, this was going to be another long day....

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‘Finally, the day is over’ Now that cleaning time was over I grabbed my backpack putting away the papers I received from the teacher in it, ‘fuck I failed with my math homework’ I thought since I was practically hopeless when it came to math, reading and writing? I excel but math? Nope.

“Sometimes I wish you could this for me.” I said aloud to Mr.Lonely who just let out another squeak, sitting on the desk somehow eating a leftover steamed bun from the bento container.

Mom’s pork buns were the best.Grabbing the container I put that away into my bag as well watching Mr.Lonely crawl up my arm towards my shoulder, eventually latching himself back onto my back like he always did, he seemed comfortable there.

‘ Ready to go’ slinging my backpack over my shoulder I headed to the door sliding it open, glancing into the hall seeing that most of the other students were already gone.Stepping out of the classroom making sure to close the door behind me and started walk down the hall

‘I wonder what I should now?’ Didn’t have any homework today, maybe ride down to the theater or go to the mall? Mom is going to home a bit later too-When I turned the corner for the stairs they were there. Of course they were there,standing by the stairs and now they’re looking at me “Hey! Mai! Why don’t you come over here? We got something for you!” Leiko called me over like I was a puppy

“Yeah it’s just for you!” One of her friends called with a giggle.

Did they really think I was that dumb? It’s been two years,whatever let’s just make an excuse and hopefully the worst that will happen is something getting tossed at me “I-I can’t....gotta get home to my Mom, she’s expecting me.” I could feel Mr.Lonely getting riled up behind me but I ignored him for now. Moving past them I avoided looking at them and was about walk down the stairs-a foot met my behind then, and my feet lost their footing.Now I was tumbling down fast, feeling every bump strike against my body and face until I slammed into the wall on the landing, thankfully the stairs weren’t too long since I was still alive.

Groaning slightly I was facedown on the landing, eyes were staring at the cold floor, the pain was stinging but overall it didn’t really bother me, I could handle the pain.When I started to lift myself up I could see some blood drip onto the floor, it was coming from my mouth and nose it felt like.” So rude!” I heard one of them say as the group enthusiastically walked down those stairs from the sound of it. The same foot that pushed me was now pressed against the side of my skull.

“You don’t just brush aside a gift! Apologize!” That damn voice hissed, again I wanted to sob and scream but the pride I had left wouldn’t allow it and I wouldn’t allow Mr.Lonely to come out now.

“What are you finally gonna cry? Huh?”

“Now, now,” I heard Leiko chime in

“I’m sure the piglet didn’t mean it, let’s just leave her to her filth I’ll leave the present right here.” She placed a crudely burnt plush keychain of a cat in front of my face, so that’s where my keychain went, figures.

“Now it’s more like you...Complete garbage!” Leiko said with her friends laughing almost like they had to.The pressure disappeared from my head then, along with the she devils who seemed to be talking about their own plans for today now.Once they were out of sight I lifted myself up again this time successful.Standing again I just stared down at the burnt cat ‘Damn I really liked that keychain,Maybe I can try to win another one in that crane game again’.I just left it there making sure I had my backpack-‘Shit there’s a crack in my glasses! How am I gonna explain this to Mom! I’ll just tell her that I dropped them that’s it!” Heading down I went to the nearest bathroom to see how bad the damage was, looking into the mirror I saw it didn’t seem too bad but...god I looked so pathetic...reaching into my bag I pulled out a couple of band aids and a paper towel from the dispenser, going to work on myself.Halfway through I started to shake, I fell to my knees, letting tears escape my eyes that I denied them.Sinking into the ground a ugly hoarse cry came from my throat and the tears just poured endlessly.I felt Mr.Lonely come again, he was the last thing I needed right now.

He started to move close to my face

“GO AWAY! I HATE YOU!” I snapped at him feeling him retract sadly and briefly I felt my vision change but I thought nothing of it.I was too busy crying my eyes on the floor of the girls bathroom....

#jojos bizarre adventure #oc #abuse tw #tw bullying #tw fat shaming #tw angst #tw sad

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