Rolling Girl Vocaloid -Fan-Fic-

I sat at my desk, watching the teacher silently.
Soon enough my eyes drifted over to the small girl sitting a couple desks beside my row.
She was drawing all over her notebook, her one leg shaking a little up and down as she drew.
The teacher spotted her and picked up her book.
"What are you doing? I'm sure it's more important than what we're doing in this class." He glared at her, then looked at what she was doodling.
He let out a scoff and ripped out the pages with her doodles on them and plopped her note book back on the desk.
"Waste your time doodling when you don't have class." He walked back to the front, crumpling the paper up in his hands.
"Stay after school to make up for your wasted time."
The teacher dropped them in the trash.
Other students snickered at her and the girl sunk down in her seat a little, her head lowered and her bangs covering her eyes.
I frowned.
Even the teacher bullied her.
I looked back at the front, then scowled a little.
I grabbed a pen and started doodling all over my notes.
Sure they were for exams coming up, but I didnt care; I knew the stuff off by heart anyway.
A bit later the teacher finally caught me.
"Stay after school."
Some students snickered, but they mostly didnt say anything.
I pretended to be in a foul mood after he walked away, but I wasnt.
My parents were both working tonight, so it didnt matter.
I looked back at the girl again.
She didnt notice me.

Silence filled the classroom.
I glanced at the clock.
6:30.
The sun was just setting, casting a dark yellow glow inside the dark classroom, shadows gliding up the floor and walls.
The girl stared at her desk in silence, picking a loose piece of wood on it.
The teacher finally waved his hand.
"You may go."
The girl got up from her seat and grabbed her school bag.
She didnt jump out of her seat, but her movements were fast.
I quickly got up.
The girl was already going out the door.
"May this be a lesson to you not to waste your time in class." The teacher said bluntly, writing stuff down on a sheet of paper.
I picked up by bag and hurried to the door, then paused at the trash can.
Glancing back at the teacher I slowly bent down and pulled out one of the balled up sheets of paper he had thrown out.
I uncrumpled it and looked at her drawings.
There were random things across the page, like speakers, crescent circles, little people in black school uniforms.
In the center of two speakers was a girl with pigtails, who looked exactly like the girl I knew so well.
I tucked the paper in my pants pocket and ran out after her, shutting the door behind me.
She was already turning a corner down the hall.
Geeze.
She could move fast.
I quickly jogged down the hall after her.
"Hey, wait!" I called.
The girl didnt wait; just picked up her pace.
I picked up mine to match hers, then went faster, soon reaching her side.
"Hey, Hey." I quickly stepped in front of her.
The girl stopped, but didnt look at me, her hair covering her face and her head lowered a little.
I looked down at her and frowned.
"Why don't you just pay attention in class? You know it gets you picked on..." I said quietly.
I knew the girl since grade four; we were in grade 10 now and nothing had changed.
She was still bullied.
But that didnt seem to stop her.
She said and did the weirdest things, and when people bullied her she shrunk back into that shell of hers, drawing herself away from the world.
Every comment or action against her was like a bullet straight to her heart.
"I-I don't know..I just...I..." She scowled and put her hands on her head, tightly gripping her hair in her fists. "I-I don't..."
I tightened my grip on my school bag handle, holding back a frown.
"Can't you just promise me to pay attention in class for one day?" I asked quietly. "Please?"
The girl put on a smile and slowly let go of her hair, but her hands stayed on her head.
"No problem..." She muttered, her hair still covering her eyes from view.
I reached out to pull her hands away from her head, but she moved away from me.
I stopped and lowered my hands back to my sides.
"You've had a hard day; you must be tired." I said, offering a light smile. "We should probably go home now."
The girl looked up at me with her big, child like eyes and nodded.
We started down the hall.
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I stared at the ceiling, lying in my bed in the dark.
I couldnt sleep; too worried about her.
I rolled over and pulled the crumpled up paper out from under my pillow, looking it over for the millionth time that night.
What could I do?
I tried to help her and she would just shut me out.
She never let anyone help her.
She never shared her pain or feelings.
Never.
She kept all her thoughts and feelings bottled up inside herself until her head was as noisy and cluttered as a room full of yelling people.
I read the messy hand writing of the girl scrawled across the page.
"Rolling girl."
"One more time."
"I will roll today, too."
"Failed again, Failed again."
"If it ends with a wrong search, I'll roll again!"
I sighed softly and looked back up at the ceiling.
What could I do?
I had to think of something.
Everyday she was falling more and more apart.
And she still never asked anyone for help.
I put the paper back under my pillow and closed my eyes, trying to grab on to the sleep that wouldnt over take me.
What could I do...

I glanced over at her and smiled.
She was paying attention.
She had been paying attention for the whole week.
And barely anyone picked on her.
Maybe it would be okay after all.
I turned my attention back to the teacher, the goofy smile still plastered on my face.
Soon enough school was over.
I stood up and pushed in my chair, automatically looking over at her seat.
She was gone.
I blinked.
My eyes scanned the classroom.
She wasnt there.
I left the class room and went to look for her.
She was nowhere to be found.
I left the school and quickly looked around outside, nearly having a heart attack.
Wait, there she was.
She was walking down the road.
I hurried after her.
"Hey, wait for me!" I called after her, running up to her side.
We walked in perfect stride, but she didnt look at me.
After walking a bit in silence we finally stopped at the cross road that led to the different streets where we lived.
"So this week went pretty well." I smiled brightly. "Are you okay now?"
The girl said nothing, her gaze on the ground.
After a moment she finally spoke, her grip tightening around her school bag handle so hard her knuckles turned white.
Her voice came out in a quiet mumble, an obvious fake smile plastered on her face.
"Not yet, the future is still nowhere in sight...So I'm going to hold my breath..For now."
Before I could do anything she turned around and ran away down the street.
"Uh-" I reached out to grab her arm, but I missed.
I stared after her, watching her run away.
My hand fell to my side again.
She wasnt happy.
Even when people didnt pick on her...She wasnt happy.
Why wasnt she happy?
I scowled lightly and bit my lower lip, turning away and walking in the opposite direction.
I had to find a way to finally make her happy.
But I didnt know how.
She never shared a thing with me.
My free hand clenched into a fist at my side, a determined and frustrated scowl appearing on my face.
I WOULD help her and I WOULD make her happy.
Even if I had to die finding a way to.
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Another four weeks later.
Still nothing had changed.
Now nobody picked on her, and she was even more shut out from the rest of the world than before.
I watched her all through our classes, not paying attention to a word the teacher said.
We were in all the same classes together conveniently, so I could keep a better eye on her.
We had just finished exams last week.
The teacher handed me my exams in every class and they were all A's.
I looked over at my friend.
To my horror, she had gotten all F's.
She had failed her exams.
For the rest of the day she just sat there staring at her desk, her tiny balled up fists resting on top of the desk.
I couldnt see her face because her bangs were covering her eyes, but I knew what her face looked like, and I knew how more hurt she was now.
I scowled and looked back at my desk.
She could have asked me for help...I would have helped her study and ace those stupid exams.
I paused.
Wait, what was I thinking?
She never asked ANYONE for help; not even me.
Now I started blaming myself.
/I/ could have asked her if she needed help.
/I/ had the opportunity to help her.
But I didnt see it in time.
I bit my lower lip hard.
What could I do now?

After class I followed her home, like usual.
"Look...About the exams..." I started, glancing over at her.
She didnt look at me, her eyes on the ground.
"I uh...I'm sorry...I should have helped you study." I frowned.
She just shook her head, her eyes remaining glued to the ground as we walked.
"No problem..." She muttered, the smile appearing once again.
I quickly went in front of her, stopping her from walking.
"No, there IS a problem! Why wont you let me help you?!" I cried, grabbing her by her shoulders.
She stiffened in my grip, her hair hiding her face.
I watched her with slightly widened eyes, desperately waiting for her to answer me.
Her smile vanished.
The girl finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity;
"I dont need anyone's help..."
Tears slid down her cheeks.
The comment hit me like a hard blow to the stomach, but the tears made me feel like I hit the ground from a 30 foot drop.
I slowly let go of her shoulders.
A cold breeze blew, blowing our clothes and hair.
A few strands of her hair stuck to her cheeks from the tears.
I said nothing; just looked at her.
I then quickly put on a smile. "Oh well, exams are stupid anyway; they dont matter at all. The weekend is coming up and you have all the free time to yourself." I grinned widely. "Heck, you could even dance around in a chicken suit or something and no one would care." I laughed a little in a sad attempt to cheer her up.
The girl put her hands over her ears, her shoulders shaking as more tears slipped down her cheeks.
My attempt didnt work, it failed.
More than failed, it crashed and burned.
My grin actually seemed to freak her out.
I stopped grinning.
"I-"
The girl ran away down the road.
I quickly turned away and ran in the opposite direction.
This was so confusing.
I didnt know what to do!
I couldnt help her, I couldnt talk to her, I couldnt do anything!
I was a failure.
I couldnt help anyone.
My eyes stung with tears and I scowled them back.
Guys didnt cry.
But cowards did.
And I was one for running in the opposite direction as her.
I stopped in my tracks and made a u-turn, bolting back in the direction she went.
I wasnt a coward...At least not all the time.
After about 30 minutes of running I reached a train station, but she was nowhere to be found.
A piece of paper blew up from the wind and landed smack right on my face.
I pulled it off and looked at it, my eyes growing wide when I realized who drew on this.
The girl.
It had speakers and half cresent circles and students in black school uniforms like the other drawing, only this one had another person in the drawing.
There were two people on either side of these big speakers, staring at each other.
One was the girl, the other was me.
I quickly stuffed the paper into my pocket and took off running again in my desperate search to find her.

About two hours later I was trudging tiredly down the road, completely drained in energy and emotion.
My search had been futile; she was gone.
I sighed lightly.
I just wanted to get home and sleep.
I stopped halfway on a bridge and looked down, seeing something down there.
There was a small hill leading from the bridge to a long run of grass, then another plummeting steep hill.
A little figure in pigtails walked slowly up the hill, battered and covered in dirt.
I froze.
It was her!
I then realized something and pulled out the paper, reading the words.
"Rolling girl."
I looked back down at the girl, realizing what she was doing.
She had been rolling down that steep hill for however long.
Was she CRAZY?!
She was all cut up and she still kept going!
I quickly hopped over the side of the bridge and slid down the small hill, dropping my school bag on the ground behind me.
The girl walked to the middle of the long runway of grass, not spotting me.
She turned so her back was to me and got ready to run.
"W-WAIT!" I yelled, waving my arm as I ran.
The girl heard my voice and took off down the long stretch of grass.
I quickly ran after her, mustering all my strength that had been lost in my previous search.
"STOP!" I cried after her. "STOP ROLLING!"
I tried to pick up my pace.
At my second yell the girl went even faster.
I scowled and quickly picked up my own pace, somehow managing to stop in front of her.
The girl halted to a stop and tripped over a rock, landing on her stomach.
She sat on her knees and rubbed one of her eyes, then looked up at me.
"A-Are you crazy?!" I panted, worry lacing my voice like a thick ribbon.
The girl said nothing.
I frowned and got down on my knees in front of her.
"A..Are you okay now?" I asked, my voice quiet.
"Just a bit more, I'll see something soon..." The girl's mouth spread into a weary smile, her breathing heavy. "I'm going to hold my breath.." The girl's smile faltered and her lips trembled, tears slipping down her cheeks. "F-For-r n-now-" She choked out.
I scowled, my hands balling into tight fists.
My heart felt like it twisted into a pretzel.
I grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug.
The girl froze, obviously caught off guard.
I closed my eyes, holding her close as if I let her go the world would snatch her away.
"Are you alright now?" I said quietly.
A strong breeze blew, our clothes and hair blowing around like a flag caught in a wind storm.
The girl said nothing.
I held her tighter.
I could feel her heart racing.
"It's okay...You must be tired, right?"
I opened my eyes, scowling lightly.
I understood her now.
"I want to stop breathing...Now.."
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes and they slowly closed.
"Thank you..."

Fin.