Stories of the misfits

[7zebey]

My name is Winter Bovino, but everyone calls me Winnie. I am ten years old, and a complete misfit. I have made it to the age of ten because of my friends.

All of my friends are completely crazy. All of the misfits, from all the grades came together to create the most off-the-wall group of friends ever. Whether it's Natsumi or Zaz, Layna or the indigo haired twins, everyone here is odd, and has their own unique story. Mine is but one of many. I decided to start this diary to write down all of our stories, including my own, in alphabetical order. This is to show the world what we go through every day, and how we've unconsciously become lifelines for each other, keeping each other sane, and alive.

Over a period of time, I'm going to share the stories of all my friends;

Azalea Smith
China and Clarity Olsen
Eden Diaz
Elizabeth and Mirai Reed
Era, Iana, and Rhea Riaz
Imzy Sage
Kayla Knight
Keiri Underwood
Kieran Hart
Laquetta and Myra Rasiel
Layna and Natsumi Hunt
Lexi and Serenity Bayle
Miami McGarden
Mitch Allen
Roxy deClair
Seth Carter
Willow Conbalt
Winter Bovino
Zelda Griffin

Each and every one of them is unique, everybody has their own hardships. Whether it's due to powers, family problems, or hate from classmates, they have all struggled through their lives. This diary is to get their stories out to the world, where they can be heard.

- Winter Bovino

[7zebey]

Azalea Smith

Azalea Smith. 17 years old, nicknamed Zaz, looks like a gangster, and doesn't have a mother.

Zaz has a strange personality, but she's not the scary thug everyone says she is. Sure, she'll beat you up, but that's if you mock her or her friends. Everybody was amazed when she referred to me as her sister. We have an age difference of seven years, and our only common feature is black hair. It was a logical reaction, after all, we're not blood related. Her family took me in after my parents died, but that's a story for a later time.

Zaz's mom died in childbirth, so she grew up with her dad. Zaz never minded, she was happy with her dad. He treated her fairly, and they were more like best friends than anything else. From her dad, Zaz learned a ton of things. Things that most people would say is useless. She learned how to create different textures in pictures using a pencil, he taught her how to forge weapons. He raised her to a black belt in karate by the time she was twelve, and she could create flawless swords by the age of thirteen. But teachers aren't looking for those skills. They want you to know multiplication, long division, how to identify the theme in a story, and the difference between a solution and a mechanical mixture.

Zaz only ever aced art and P.E. She would have been teased mercilessly, had it not been for the fact that she was a black belt in karate. She couldn't stand the fashion obsessed, make up addicted, toothpick girls in her classes, so she came off as antisocial. She never hung out with the boys, she wasn't a huge sports fan, so she became a loner for a while.

Most of the girls labels of Zaz got worse as time went by, mostly because of the way she dressed. Zaz had a habit of wearing tube tops, or crop tops with short shorts because she was always in front of a fire, forging anything she felt like. When she went outside, she would only pull on a random sweater on top, so the girls nicknames for her became incredibly mean.

When Zaz was thirteen(A year before I moved in with her), she found our little group of misfits. She fit right in, and everybody excepted her after a little while.

A couple of years later, Zaz accidentally gave me her lunch, as well as mine. Our schools were close together, so I decided to bring it to her. It was hilarious seeing all of her classmates faces when I ran up to Zaz, tackled her with a huge hug, then called her an idiot for forgetting her lunch. With the image they had built of her, they expected her to beat me up for doing something so disrespectful. They were shocked when she grinned ruffled my hair, and thanked me. They were even more surprised that, when questioned, she admitted that I was her adopted little sister, in a confusing way.

No one approached her with other questions after that, but it was obvious they wanted to ask. It's gone the same way since then. Shunned by the girls, doesn't want to hang out with the guys, and joins a collection of freshmen, juniors, sophomores, seniors, and elementary school students.

And in all honesty? I think we prefer it that way.

-Winter Bovino