Ficlets

“Yeah and your dad is looking for love in all the wrong places,” Amby murmered smiling. Isis covered her face with her hands. She could hear the smile in the red haired girl’s voice. Through clenched teeth it fought at her. Trying to push tears to overwhelm her eyes.
Isis tried not to let them overwhelm her. She stood calmly, her sad smile not berrating them.
It was routine. She went through it every day. Tate and her groupie would show up, humiliate her and then leave. Sometimes if she didn’t answer to their snide remarks they would grow cocky and beat her.
Today seemed to be one of those days.
“Think you’re special or something because of the new dye-job, Mirks?” Tate called.
“Even though you have a new look doesn’t mean people won’t think you’re a freak anymore,”
Amby smiled again. A sinister, evvil grin that stretched across her face and ate away the nice girl act.