Simple as not stabbing yourself with the needle.

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Gerda sat in the court yard. It was to nice of a day for being outdoors, and besides she spent most of her life outside. So she sat there fixing a whole in her jeans, watching as people walked passed her. She really didn’t know many people here. She wished Kai had come with her, it would have been nice to have him here. She never really learned how to deal with people who weren’t glaring at her with hate in their eyes. So she never learned how to start a conversation. She wasn’t shy, she just usually didn’t really care.

Even her friendship with Kai had started by him talking to her. Mind you he was asking if she was ok after he saved her from drowning. In her defense it wasn’t her fault no one wanted to teach her how to swim. She never did learn how to swim, in fact since that day she had been terrified of water. The only time she went near it was when she had to save Kai. Besides that moment she avoided it at all cost. Gerda was so deep in this thought that she accidentally stabbed her finger with the needle. “Shit” She screamed and grabbed her finger.

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Giselle liked to wander around the courtyard when she had free time. It was such a lovely to place to sing and dance and meet new friends! And everyone here was just so nice that she was sure to make new friends if she went out to the courtyard. And it was such a lovely day. It was just delightful really. The sunshine was so warm and it warmed her heart. She even felt like singing.

Well, that is until she heard someone yell something. She wasn’t familiar with the word and didn’t know what it meant, but the girl the scream had come from seemed to be hurt. So Giselle frolicked over to the girl, concerned for her well being. “Are you alright?” she asked. “I hope you’re alright. Did you stab yourself with your needle? Well that must hurt quite a bit. I used to stab myself all the time when I was a child, but my bird friends showed me how to sew just right so I wouldn’t stab my fingers.”

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Gerda looked up as another girl....skipped? what the hell was she doing? What could she not just walk? Any way she was....somthing-ing over to Gerda. Gerda felt that sinking feeling in her stomach that she got when ever she realized that she was about to be confronted by some one who was...sweet.....God she hated sweet. Probably because she was...well not. Gerda was loud and rude and crud. She swore, she fought, all that good stuff. Besides, in her experience the “sweet” girls were the ones talking about her behind her back about her, and saying nothing good.

Her she raised her eyebrows as this girl prattled on. She was so...sweet....Gerda felt like she was going to throw up a rainbow, or die of type two diabetes. She suddenly had the earge to kill a care bear to balance the sweetness out. She searched for words to say to express her feelings, finally she came up with two, just two. “Bird, friends?” She said in disbelief. What the hell? Bird friends? What the heck was going on in this school? Were people really going around talking to random wildlife.

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Giselle was completely oblivious to the other girl’s complete discomfort and urge to murder cute little stuffed care bears. Instead she nodded. “Yes, I have bird friends. Back in Andalasia, where I’m from, the animals talk so I have many animal friends. And we all live quite happily in the forest together.” It really was quite lovely living in the forest in Andalasia. Her animal friends were just so wonderful. Although, there were also trolls and those were not very nice at all.

“There are also trolls sometimes,” the redhead continued cheerfully. “But whenever they come there’s usually someone around to save me. Just like the day I met my Edward. He saved me from a troll and it was love at first sight. It was so wonderful.” She sighed romantically, missing Edward terribly. She’d been here for a very long time and he still had not come to find her. But he would. She just knew he’d come eventually.

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“Animals....talk....?” Gerda said in the same surprised voice. “What do they say. Please don’t eat me? Please I taste horrible.” She said with a smirk on her face. She couldn’t help being a little...crude? No not crude, she could be so much worse. There were a ton of things she could say that even in this world would gross people out. But so far this girl didn’t seem like she deserved for Gerda to try to make her uncomfortable. Not yet any way. she would eventually. every one did, every one had two face. One was always beautiful and nice and kind. The other was cruel. The only person who wasn’t like that. The only exception to the rule was Kay.

Kay was always the same. He only had one face. It was kind and funny. He would except her for what she was. All the sarcasm all the anger, all the hurt and pain. He took it, and excepted what she was. A sad, broken girl. Deep down that was all she was. A girl who had been hurt to many times. Who didn’t want to let people in, because when she did, they tore her down.

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Giselle giggled at Gerda, because she didn’t really understand sarcasm, so she thought the other girl was only joking of course. Of course the animals didn’t say those things! “Oh no, of course not! People don’t try to eat them! Why, my very best friend Pip is a chipmunk and he always gives me advice. He’s really just the best and all the other animals listen to him. And the other animals ask questions and talk and have conversations just like people do. Only they mostly talk about things that animals talk about.”

Of course, Giselle also knew a lot more about animals than a lot of people just because she had lived with talking animals her whole life. She knew better than most people what animals were like. She had gotten over the fact that the animals here didn’t talk, but it seemed that everyone else had a difficult time with the fact that animals could talk in other places. People were so silly about what they thought animals said.

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Obviously there was some short of language barrier here. THis girl did not speak snark. How unfortunate, but understandable, girls like her hardly ever did. So far no one she met here really spoke it as clearly and fluently as Gerda. Gerda let out a sigh. It was disappointing, leaving a village full of people who didn't understand you there for feared you, only to join a school of people who didn't understand or fear her. At least in the old days, most people learned to leave her alone. Sure every now and then a few guys would try to annoy her, but if they did she would just simply beat them till they learned to fear her. Here she couldn't do that. Ok she could, but it wasn't easy. Girls here didn't give her reason to attack, and guys here knew how to fight. Mind you that made dueling all the more fun.

Gerda looked at the girl in front of her. She was tiered, why couldn't this girl..what ever she did besides walk…away and leave Gerda alone. "Who are you any way?" Gerda asked, with the air of some one who really was just asking to know what name to say when she was cursing her out.

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Giselle hadn’t really ever met anyone who wasn’t generally a happy person. She had always been a very happy person and had always believed that everyone else in the world were also generally happy people. Growing up she had pretty much lived in seclusion in the woods with only her forest animal friends. She didn’t remember having parents, though she probably had parents at some point. But the point was that she didn’t grow up around people so her view of other people was so limited. She just thought that everyone was as nice and genuine as she was. Why wouldn’t they be?

“I’m Giselle from Andalasia,” she told the other girl happily. “What’s your name? I’m sure it’s lovely. It seems that everyone here has lovely names. But there are so many lovely people here so of course they would all have lovely names.” Giselle was quite certain that this other girl’s name would be just lovely. And why wouldn’t it? She was very nice after all.

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Lovely name? Had this girl not heard of Germany. Here was no such thing as a lovely name in Germany. German people didn’t go for a pretty language. It instead was a rough and angry sounding language. “My name is Gerda Schmidt. From Germany.” She said in the most german way she could come up with. Some how she was getting the feeling that no amount of snark would get this girl to go away. Dear lord how could some one be this...dense, this annoying, this incredibly stupid. What was wrong with her. Did the part of her brain that understood sarcasm not work.

Gerda was not a happy person, at least not in the sense this girl was. She did not jump up and down and giggle like a little girl. She did not prance around like a show horse. She preferred to slouch and smirk and jab and insult her way into the hearts and minds of the people around her. In that way she was happy, but that wasn’t the normal way. So maybe normal wasn’t her style. Maybe her style was freak, was abnormal, was all these things. Maybe the fact was, she wasn’t normal for a reason.

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Giselle was simply sure that everyone was simply lovely, because good people always were, even if they were a bit rough on the outside. She was a firm believer that everyone was good in the world. So this girl, Gerda, must be a lovely person once you got to know her. She wasn’t big on talking, but that was alright because Giselle could talk enough for the two of them. She could talk enough to drive any sane person completely mad.

“Oh, that is a lovely name,” she told the other girl. “I told you it would be. But I’ve never heard of Germany. Is it very far away? What is Germany like?” she asked Gerda curiously. The only two places she had ever been were Andalasia and here, Trenale so she was very curious what other places were like. “I’ve never been anyplace other than Andalasia, and here of course. Is Germany beautiful?”

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What the heck was this girl on? What type of amazing drugs created this type of high. ‘I told you it was lovely?’ Next she was going to ‘tell her’ her hair was red. God she hated princess, they were just so.....proper. Gerda was not a ‘lovely name.’. It was a purely German name. It sounded like her mom just wanted a name that would be easy to yell. And Schmidt was was so....throaty. Ya that was a good word for it. Throaty. Germans liked throaty words. It wasn’t like french or italian, with long vowels. It was a rough language.

Gerda shrugged at the girls question. “Germany is....green....and white. There’s a lot of snow and hills. And we don’t really have cities, we have small villages with a lot of nothing in between.” She said. At least that was what it had been like when she left in the 1900’s. Things might have changed. “At least that was how it looked in my time, as I understand its changed a lot in the 20th century. That’s how germany looks, as for what its like, ” suddenly Gerda’s voice dropped to a dead serious tone. “It’s a dark cold horrible hell whole.”

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Giselle did not grow up in a place where people were prejudice or there was any sort of bias just because someone was a little different. She had grown up with the idea that what made you different was beautiful. Rabbits were different than skunks, but they were both beautiful. And every fawn had spots, but the spots were all different. So Gerda’s name didn’t quite roll off the tongue as easily as her own name or Cinderella’s name, but that was lovely. It was different. It was unique. It was special.

Giselle listened intently while Gerda described Germany. Giselle loved snow. It was so lovely! And villages sounded wonderful! Even though it had probably changed by now. When Gerda was from sounded simply lovely!

But Giselle’s eyes grew wide when Gerda mentioned that it was dark and cold. It had sounded so perfectly lovely. “Oh dear. That does not sound very nice at all,” she told the other girl. Not very nice at all.