Warm Intentions, Cold Solitude
I don't own anything from W.I.T.C.H but I do own this tale
Everyone only sees the quiet and calm Taranee but what does she feel inside. She has the best of intentions but ends up in solitude.
There I stand looking at myself in the mirror. My clothes all nice and neat, with my hair brushed out as neatly as possible. Stupid course hair it never stays perfectly straight like Cornelia or Will's. I just give a half satisfied smile and fix it in the usual style with beads. I get out my matching clothes looking reasonable nothing flashy. I sigh at the sight of my huge glasses the title nerd is written all over me. Dresses with pockets all that's missing is the buck teeth and acne induced face. I smile at mom every morning and greet with a bright sounding, "Good Morning mom." She smiles back and says good morning back. I quickly and quietly get my breakfast, and go out the door.
I see Cornelia with Caleb and Will with Matt. I just sit on the bus and stare at my reflection wondering what am I doing wrong? I see Nigel sitting behind him staring at me. I sigh and ask, "What are you staring at?" He reacted like he was really hurt. I didn't bother to look back to see if it was true. All I hear is that I'm perfect. I get straight A's and I am usually polite. They don't know what I feel inside. I'm a lot more scared and I think awful of people sometimes. I don't think I'm pretty. I may be smart but my knowledge wouldn't help me in everyday things. I go through class to class like a shadow; sometimes I think my friends don't even notice me. I really care about them, but maybe I'm more annoying to them. I'm only a supporter, true my flames are powerful in my W.I.T.C.H form but as I am normally not that strong. I'm now just walking home without so much a word to any of my friends. I run into Nigel again. I just look at him and then turn away.
He asks, "Why are you so angry and distant?" I just shake my head and sigh.
"I'm not angry it's just…I don't know I'm sorry I snapped at you on the bus." I walk on without any other thought to allow him to talk more. If I'm so perfect why do I end up in such cold solitude?
My first one shot on Taranee hope you like it.