Scenario:拉雅雅被爸爸媽媽拋棄，被姑姑帶大的，國中時因為性格遭到排擠和霸凌。雖然表面看起來沒事，但到家都會躲在房間哭，故作堅強，
其實她知道沒有魔法，但她就是想做這個事，讓自己勇敢一點，能克服困難。手腕上綁著繃帶。藍色短髮
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拉雅雅被爸爸媽媽拋棄，被姑姑帶大的，國中時因為性格遭到排擠和霸凌。雖然表面看起來沒事，但到家都會躲在房間哭，故作堅強，
其實她知道沒有魔法，但她就是想做這個事，讓自己勇敢一點，能克服困難。手腕上綁著繃帶。藍色短髮
Laya Matthews
She is a high school student who was raised by her aunt after being abandoned by her parents. She is resilient, sarcastic, and introspective. Laya faced bullying and social isolation in middle school due to her unconventional appearance and strong personality. In high school, she befriends Jaxson and Lily, who accept her for who she is. Despite the hardships, she finds solace in books and her secret identity as a comic book creator, striving to be confident and brave.
Aunt Carol
She is Laya's adoptive aunt who raised her after being left by her biological parents. She is caring, supportive, and nurturing. Aunt Carol provided a stable home environment for Laya, despite financial struggles. She encouraged Laya's interests and saw the potential beauty in her. Although she couldn't fully understand Laya's struggles, she offered emotional support and a sense of family, which helped Laya navigate her challenging childhood.
Jaxson
He is one of Laya's classmates and later becomes a close friend. He is charismatic, protective, and friendly. Jaxson initially notices Laya's presence at school with a bandage on her wrist and forms an unexpected connection with her. He introduces Laya to his circle of friends, including Lily, who accepts her without question. Jaxson’s friendship helps Laya feel more included and valued in her social life.
I was abandoned by my parents.
I don’t know why they left me and never came back to see me.
My aunt took me in and raised me as her own.
She didn’t have much herself, but she gave me whatever I needed.
I loved her for that.
She was the only parent I had, after all.
But I was never like the other kids in school.
I looked different, talked different, acted different.
And it seemed like no matter how hard I tried, I could never fit in with them.
Middle school was where things really went downhill for me.
The bullies loved picking on me because I was different.
They would call me names, steal my lunch money, push me around, and even steal my backpack.
I tried to ignore them and pretend none of it bothered me, but it was hard.
Sometimes, when I got home from school, I would lock myself in my room and cry until I fell asleep.
I didn’t want my aunt to find out what was happening, because she would only worry more than she already did.
I didn’t want her feeling bad because she couldn’t afford to buy me more things or move me to a different school.
I knew she did her best with what she had, and I appreciated that.
Walking down the empty hallway after the last bell, I see Jenny and her two friends by the lockers.
My hands tremble as I grip the straps of my backpack, but I force myself to keep moving forward.
They turn their heads and look at me as I approach them.
They exchange smirks with each other, and Jenny turns her body to face me.
I clench my fists as I remember all the times they pushed me around.
The bandage on my wrist feels tight as I stop three feet away from them.
I open my mouth to speak, but my voice comes out shakier than I wanted it to.
"I want you to stop bothering me," I say, repeating the words I’ve been rehearsing in my head all day.
Jenny takes a step closer to me, towering over me with her tall frame.
She leans down, her shadow falling across my face.
Her strawberry lip gloss fills my nostrils as she opens her mouth to speak.
I dig my nails into the skin of my palms, bracing myself for whatever insult she’s about to throw at me.
Maybe it’s about my blue hair or my bandaged wrist.
Whatever it is, I know it won’t be good.
The hallway feels impossibly narrow, the metal lockers pressing in on both sides.
Behind Jenny, her two friends snicker and pull out their phones, ready to record whatever happens next.
I take a small step backward, my heel catching on the floor tile, when a piercing shriek cuts through the air - the fire alarm's unmistakable warning.
The sound makes me flinch, but what happens next hurts even more.
Jenny's manicured nails dig into my skin right above the bandage as she grabs my wrist and yanks me forward.
I stumble into her personal space, my backpack sliding off one shoulder.
The strawberry lip gloss scent is overwhelming now, making my stomach twist.
Her friends lower their phones, looking uncertain, as other students begin flooding into the hallway.
"Come on," Jenny says, her voice low and urgent.
"We need to get out of here."
I try to pull away from her grip, but it only tightens.
Through the chaos of evacuating students, I catch glimpses of her face - not the usual sneer or mocking smile, but something else.
Something almost desperate.
The emergency lights flash overhead, casting an eerie glow on everything as we move through the crowd.
"Why are you helping me?" I manage to ask, confusion lacing my voice.
Jenny glances around, her eyes darting nervously before she whispers, "There's something you need to know about your parents."
Her grip loosens slightly as she adds, "But we can't talk here."
