"My life is already hard enough!So just Shove Off!"{PAFP;Guy wanted}

❝ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world❞
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<sub>Plot:Christine is an Italian girl but,her father hates her and thinks she's the cause of her mothers death.And because of this,her father abuses her.But,{Y/C} has been bullying Christie since she transferred in middle school and that's how long she's put up with it,but then after a long day and abuse from her dad,that small twig of patience she'd been keeping together snaps.Yet secretly the reason because {Y/C} bullies her is because he likes her.Although,Christie takes the bullying as a sign as hatred toward her,{Y/C} actually worries about her whenever she has a new bruise or cut that looked bad, even though Christie would try to hide them.

Christie:17.</sub>

_{Just warning that i may not always write like this because i am getting low muse a lot lately.But i will still attempt to write atleast one or two paragraphs.
..::||IC||::..
With a heavy sigh,a teenage girl walked through the streets,towards the beach.The girl had her pale green hood pulled up over her head and her hands where inside her hoodie's pockets.Her hood was up trying to hide the hand shaped bruise on the left side of her face.But on her cheek bone,there was a small cut from the slap that her dad had delivered.This girls name is,Christie.She's a loner in school and is constantly being bullied and abused.The abuse being from her dad.}

_{What does she do about this?Nothing.She does absolutely nothing about it.Why?Because she's afraid.But anyway.Once at the beach,Christie sat on the soft sand and pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees and just let the silvery tears fall from her stormy blue eyes.She didn't make any noise,but she just sat there,staring out at the waves crashing onto the sand,while the tears found their path down her cheeks.Although when the tears ran over the cut it did sting a little,but she wasn't paying attention.}

_{Because of this,she saw the soccer ball too late,and it smacked her in the side of the head,making her fall sideways."Ow! Che diamine?!((Ow! What the Heck?!))"She yelped,sitting back up,she turned her head around,rubbing the left side of her face,or the side that had the slap mark.If you looked closely at her eyes,you could see how much pain she was in.But she was good at masking it.The Italian girl pushed herself up, not caring about the fact her hood had fallen off, revealing the red circle where the ball had hit and the purple hand shaped bruise along with the small cut on her cheek bone.}

_{"Chi è stato?!((Who did that?!))" She exclaimed, still yelling in her native tongue, her auburn hair tumbled loosely from where it had been in to hood, though some of it was still bunched in the hood. Her dark stormy blue eyes scanning for the culprit as she lifted the soccer ball.}

❝ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world❞
[hr]
_{OOC<|
Yeah C:|>
IC<|
The irritated Italian returned the glare, and let him have the ball,"There-a. Have your stupido ball." She replied in a cold tone, the Italian accent gracing her speech as her glare burned with irritation.But not only irritation burned in that glare, behind that was a haze of pain,yet it was only noticeable if you looked closely.Her auburn locks finally all fell loosely from the hood, and swayed slightly as she shifted positions,so her arms were crossed over her chest."Well? You-a got your stupido ball. So Vada via.((Go away))"Christie said in a monotone voice,blinking a couple times as she waited.}

_{But, then she realized her hood was down, since she couldn't see the pale green edges of her hoodie."Dannazione!((Dammit!))"She mumbled, quickly pulling her hood back over her head.He didn't see that did he..? If he did that would make today even worse...She thought to herself, a worried expression replacing the irritated one for a split second.|>}

❝ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world❞
[hr]
_{OOC<| Japan is cool, I get to go there in grade 10,hehe. But that's s'okay~|>
IC<|
Christie didn't respond to the little nickname they'd given her, since she probably would've snapped then and there. But, she merely glared at the backs of their heads with a burning frustration.Then, her phone vibrated. This snapped her from her glaring, and fumble to get her phone out. turns out it was her dad.Fun. the text read;}

_{Christie, you're late.
If you're not home in 10 minutes I'm going to drive down there and get you.}

_{The auburn haired Italian looked at the time that had been sent.Four minutes ago...So I have six minutes to get home and that usually takes eleven minutes... Christie let out a huff of breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding."Well...Dammit.."She mumbled before putting her phone back in her pocket.Then, instinct took over, since if her father came down here to get her for being late, the punishment would be extremely bad, so she sprinted,"Spostarsi!"She said simply and she sprinted between the two males in front of her.}

❝ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world❞
[hr]
_{OOC<| Thats s'okay! I've done that before..|>
IC<| Christie sprinted through many streets, before she turned down her street, her pale blue house in her line of sight.Even though the auburn haired teen's legs felt like jello, she picked up the speed and ended up jumping over the small white fence that lined the perimeter of her front and back yard.As Christie reached the door, she slowed her pace and pulled out her phone, breathing heavily.That took me six and a half minutes...She thought to herself, pulling her hood down and running a hand through her hair with one hand and her other reaching for the door nob, but she froze up, seeing something from the corner of her eye.}

_{So curiously, since she was going to be in trouble either way, she wandered over to the small white gate and was curiously staring at the bushes."Is-a someone in there..?"Christie asked curiously to no one in particular.Her head tilted to the side slightly with a small frown.Not even waiting to see if there was anyone there, the Italian shrugged and decided to just go and face her dad."Qui va niente..((Here goes nothing))"She mumbled quietly under her breath as she reached for the door nob once more.}

❝ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world❞
[hr]
_{OOC<|
Timeskip?|>
IC<|Christie yelped as the water and feathers fell on her.The Italian girl huffed in irritation, feathers clinging to her soaked clothes and hair.Then her father's shout could be heard from inside the house,and he didn't sound very pleased either.Oh lord...Christie thought,flinching when she heard the door open behind her.Though her stormy blue eyes followed the two whom were running."Ciao padre..((Hello father..))"She squeaked, turning around slowly.|>}

❝ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world❞
[hr]
_{OOC<|That's okay.:) We could do a timeskip to the next day..?|>}

❝ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world❞
[hr]
_{OOC<|Sorry for a late reply, had to deal with some things on one of my other threads..But that's a good idea C: . We should do a timeskip to when they're at school.|>}

_{IC<|Christie groaned as she rolled onto her side,facing her alarm clock.Suddenly, it emitted an annoying beeping sound, making her wake up fully. tiredly, she hit the buttons hoping to turn it off.After successfully turning it off, she pulled herself from the covers,though she was still sore from being abused after arriving home yesterday.Brown and blue bruises scattered along her arms,legs,back and stomach.The auburn haired Italian made her way to her wardrobe to grab her outfit for today, since the school didn't have a uniform. So, she pulled on This before she hurried out of the house before her dad woke up.As she ran out the door, she pulled her satchel over her shoulder.}