A chance to prove herself A chance......

[Ashes]

No one ever understood treated her like she was a nobody. All people ever did was stare at her like she was some freak or something.
Everyone in this town had heard rumors about her always laughing at her. They didnt know what she went through everyday They were so cruel to her. She didnt get it Why did it really matter if she was a outcast.

She laughed at herself that wasnt even reasonable was it? She really didnt care about that. She never fit in where ever she went anyways why did it really matter to her.
She felt that life was cruel on her always wanting her to suffer. She felt that the only safe to be from the town was the beach it was always quiet.

She smirked at herself as tears ran down her face maybe that was why they disliked her so much. They judged people just by their looks and even their name.
She didnt think her name had anything to do with it, HEr name was Irish Niamh or at least she thought so. She was pretty fluent in it though that was where she came from.

She had another reason for them to dislike her she liked poetry and she couldnt find anything wrong with that though. What had she done to deserve to be treated so poorly.
She could never really find the most likely answer but she would live her life she really had no choice. She spoke english just not alot and people were always surprised. She didnt even ask for someones name just simply said Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú to people.

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[Kanchana]

Leabhar paced evenily over the soft sands, his feet bare despite jogging. His chest was shirtless as he moved easily, sweat barely dripping over the hardened body.
It was an easy pace, yet he set it every day for the past 6 months that he had lived her.
He nodded to another runner, but other then that he was used to being alone. That was why he was suprised as he noticed a figure sitting on the beach alone.
As he got closer, he noticed the tear stained cheeks and the young features. She didn't even look 16, but he guessed her at least that age.
"Miss...are you okay?" he asked gently, his voice thickly laced with an accent.

[Ashes]

She was sort of huddled in a ball not really noticing anything going on around her. She was startled when someone said something making her get on her feet.
She noticed his accent and smiled he was Irish and he would soon learn she was also.

She wondered why she was thinking of such boring stuff. "Im fíneáil I Be Niamh." She moaned to herself quietly her english was all mixed up.
Anyone could tell why she didnt speak much after she even started talking again. She couldnt speak good grammar and did not know some words that she should know.

" I be Sorry my English is not very good." She at least had a good explantion why her english was terrible. She found herself hating herself even more.
"An mbeidh tú ag cabhrú liom an Bhosca seo a thabhairt do mo Apartment."
She hoped he understood what she was saying although she was pretty sure he did.

[Kanchana]

His bushy eyebrow rose before nodding slightly, the brown hair falling to cover his eyes slightly.
"Ba mhaith liom a bheith sásta go," he said in perfect Irish, the accent seeming natural to him. He smiled kindly at the broken english, but it didn't hinder him and hefted the box into his arms, resting it on his shoulder and gesturing for her to lead the way.
"Tá mé Leabhar," he said after a few paces, hoping to learn the upset girls name.
He wondered if she was crying over the box. Maybe it was to heavy for her to carry? Or maybe she had just had a bad day and this had pushed her over the edge. He shrugged, it had nothing to do with him, he was just being the kind, general guy he was.

[Ashes]

he hought maybe people hated her reddish blond hair that was strikenily Curly. He was hansome she thought as she found herself attracted to him a bit.
She knew he probably had no interest in her,He looked her age Nineteen. She didnt say anything yet as she didnt know what to say yet.

She blushed as a Piece of paper flew out her masterpiece to be exact she made up poems. "Well Lig dom léiríonn tú ar an dóigh sin, táim Niamh Tá súil agam leat é seo a dhéanamh i ndáiríre dont gcuimhne dom. A lán de na filíochta sa bhosca is ionann sin agus go leor dom, tá a fhios agam conas a scríobh i mBéarla ach ní maith ag labhairt. Tá ag gach duine fuath liom Im a chroi heart. Raibh aon rud cearr mé riamh cé a dhéanann sé cian dom an-an chúis dom gol níos luaithe."

" I need a tutor which I will get one soon." She smiled her eyes crinkling up a little bit as suspected. She was often called beautiful but for whatever reason she was a outcast of some sort.

[Kanchana]

He nodded as they walked at a slow pace, he changed his strides to meet her smaller ones and smiled as she spoke of the poetry.

"For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure
Divine- a talisman- an amulet
That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure-
The words- the syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot,

" he quoted, it was part of one of his favourite writers. Edgar Allen Poe. A champion of his own kind.
His dark green eyes flickered to hers, a slight pink rush in his cheeks as he smiled. She seemed younger then him, by at least a few years, but she seemed to understand the love of writing which he contained.

He pondered as they walked, a single line kept coming to his mind as he smiled.
"Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears," he said quietly, not expecting her to understand much of what he said. She was Irish, like him, but seemed to know less english.
"Más mian leat, is féidir liom múineann tú ...." he offered as the sand slowly changed into paths.

[Ashes]

She blushed as he walked slower thinking to herself how could he walk so fast.

"Seo a ghlacadh ar mhalaí agad! Agus, scaradh ó leat anois, mar sin in iúl dom go leor avow-You are ní mícheart, do mheas Go bhfuil mo laethanta ina bhrionglóid; Ach má tá súil ar eitlíodh iontu ar shiúl I oíche, nó in aghaidh an lae, I fís, nó in aon An bhfuil sé, dá bhrí sin is lú imithe? Gach go bhfeiceann muid nó cosúil go bhfuil ach aisling laistigh de aisling"

She grinned at him batting her eyelashes at him playfully. She wondered to herself why was she so nervous all of a sudden.
She never got this nervous did she?
She really didnt know but she would find out sooner or later. She grinned wondering if she wanted to teach him.

She grinned it might be fun she thought but didnt say it out loud. She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear so it wasnt in the way. She felt something there between them but what was it. They both loved poetry she thought.
She shook this thought out of her head and without hesitation she grinned. " I MAy."