2big thanks to LivingforJesus , She did all the work on it. The only thing I did is put it here. So congratulate her not me.
Bella walked down the school hallway with head hanging low, her white hair covering most of her face. She felt everyone's eye following her, their whispers tingling down her spine. She pushed up her large, square glasses and sighed with regret.
She's been at public school for a week and regretted every bit of it. Everyone was alway staring and gossiping about Bella. Sure, everyone stared when she would go out, but she thought school was different. She's been homeschooled her whole life and now her loving parents have let her go to high school after constantly asking. She thought school was a place where everyone accepted new people with open arms, but those dreams have been shattered in a heartbeat.
Bella wore long sleeves and jeans to cover her pallid arms and legs. It was autumn, but she didn't know how to cover up in the spring, since it would be much too hot for winter wear in the state of Georgia. She often wore sunglasses when she was out to hide her pink eyes.
She was ashamed of her condition. She is a wonderful artist making works that Da Vinci would be proud of, but sometimes she felt that her only purpose in life was to be a walking freak show. She's been told her name means beautiful, but she never felt beautiful. If only she see herself the way the Father sees her. People and herself only see her being albino.
Marlow looked at herself in the mirror scoffed. She was disgusted with what she saw. She saw chubby cheeks, flabby arms, thick tree trunk legs, and to top that of, a big round belly.
At home she was discouraged by her family from doing any sports just because of her figure. She is an amazing singer, but her friends discourage Marlow from trying out for parts in musicals just of her figure.
She tried diets, exercise, medication, even fat removal surgery; but none has worked.
She often wonders why she was built the way she was built. Why it had to be her? Why does everyone not believe in her? Does she even believe in herself? These are all question that have ran through her mind. If only she sees herself the way the Father sees her. People and herself only see her being overweight.
Tracey looked around the lunchroom and sighed. Nobody ever sits by her. When she tries to sit at a lunch table, the students there move to a different table, leaving Tracey to eat by herself. She was new to the school about a year ago. When she tried to introduce herself, she would stutter over her words, leaving the students clueless of what she was trying to say.
Nobody will take the time to listen to her. Presentations take ten minutes longer than usual, and the simple task of ordering at the cafeteria was much more difficult than floated around the school saying that she is special needs or just plain stupid. Tracey was neither. She is extremely smart with all A's in her classes, and nobody was aware of the fact that she took advanced her heart she feels dumb and without the capability to succeed in anything. If only she see herself the way the Father see her. People and herself only see her having a speech impediment.
I look at the three lonely girls have pity upon them. I glide over to Bella and take a good look at her
My, what a beautiful child!"
I looked straight through me, because she can not see me. I bent over and whispered into her ear.
"You're one gorgeous girl Bella. I see you're alone, go talk to that girl over there, Marlow. Remember, in the Lord's eyes you're worth more than gold." The girl's face softened and looked over at Marlow. I went over to Marlow and whispered into her ear.
"You are beautiful. Bella is coming to sit with you, welcome her. Remember, you're worth more than gold."
Marlow smiled and looked at Bella. They met eye contact and smiled even more. Bella got up and marched over to Marlow's lunch table. I floated over to Tracey's lonely table to whispered in her ear. She couldn't see me either.
"You are one with an eloquent vocabulary. Go to Bella and Marlow's table. They could use another person. Remember, you're worth more than gold."
Tracey beamed and went over to Bella and Marlow. She sat herself down and began to talk.
"Hi, I-I'm Tr-Tr-Tracey." She introduced.
"I'm Marlow."
"And I'm Bella. Nice to meet you."
"Th-thanks."
"So Bella, you're new here, right?" Marlow asked.
"Well I'm new to the school. I've been homeschooled my whole life." Bella answered.
"Well do you like it?" Marlow said.
There was a pause, then Bella answered.
"I don't really like it because everyone stares at me." She said.
Marlow and Tracey nodded.
"I'm sorry. To tell you the truth, I've stared at you."
"M-me too."
"No, it's fine. I just thought high school would be different."
"I-I thought t-t-this school would b-be different t-too." Tracey said.
"Ever since kindergarten, everyone thinks of me as being an elephant." Marlow said mournfully.
"Well I didn't think that." Bella said."
"Really?" Marlow said shyly.
"Yep. One of your friends told me you're a good singer. Is that true?" Bella said.
"I guess so.
"I also heard about Tracey being the smartest person in the tenth grade. Is that true." Bella kept going.
"I guess…" Tracey mumbled."
"I-I heard that y-you are a really g-good artist. I-Is that true?" Tracey asked.
"I think I do pretty good." Bella thought out loud.
Just then, a group of football jocks went by the table.
"Well look what we have here, a pasty artist, an overweight music box, and a stuttering dictionary." Said a blonde boy.
"It looks like a bunch freaks to me." A dark boy laughed. The whole group laughed.
"You need to leave us alone! We're all equal!" Tracey shouted over the laughter.
The chuckling stopped, leaving astonished jocks just staring at Tracey with dropped jaws. "Well?" Tracey pushed on.
The jocks left one by one, leaving the girls in peace once again.
"You didn't stutter once." Marlow complemented.
"You know what, we are freaks aren't we? But are some talented freaks." Bella said.
They high-fived.
"And we are definitely worth more than gold in God's eyes."
please review. Taken from Britt Nicole's Gold.