Clara rolls her eyes as other kids still stare at her as she walks to her locker. Isabelle and Erin are already at her locker, standing in front of it.
"Hey." Erin smiles.
"Hi." Clara mumbles.
"Hey." Isabelle weakly smiles.
"I... kind of need to get in there." Clara says, pointing to her locker.
"Um... are you-- are you sure?" Isabelle asks.
"Yeah." Clara nods.
"Maybe we can get it for you." Erin offers.
"Why are you guys being weird?" Clara frowns.
"Weird?" Erin scoffs. "What?"
"We're not being weird." Isabelle argues.
"Then let me in my locker." Clara orders.
"I don't think--"
"Move." Clara demands.
The two girls share a look before reluctantly moving aside. Clara looks at her locker, sighing at 'murderer' spray painted in red down her locker.
"How original." She mumbles.
They hear giggling and turn to two girls, the same ones that Clara resisted fighting a couple weeks ago. But now her patience is wearing thin.
"Do you guys have a life?" Clara asks. "You're just so miserable, you do stupid shit to other people for fun?"
"We didn't put serial killer." One girl snickers.
"You're the daughter of a murderer." The second girl laughs.
Before Clara can move, Isabelle punches the second girl while Erin slams the first girl against the lockers. After the second girl gets up, Clara runs over and tackles her. The two continue to fight, both getting a few hits in while Isabelle and Erin gang up on the other girl.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" A few teachers run over.
"Break it up!" The gym teacher shouts.
Each teacher grabs a girl, pulling them back.
"Enough!" One of the teachers yell. "Principal's office, all five of you, now!"
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The five girls are sitting outside the office, waiting on their parents.
"Isabelle Margaret Robbins." The blonde winces at her mother's tone. "What has gotten into you?"
"I was defending my friend. There's nothing wrong with that." Isabelle says.
"I'll be right back." The woman hisses, going into the principal's office.
After a few minutes, she walks back out.
"Come on." She yanks her daughter to her feet. "I told you to stop being friends with that girl." She hisses. "You know what her father did."
"Her dad didn't do anything. You've met him. Does he strike you as the murderer type?" Isabelle quietly asks.
"He was sentenced to prison. That's guilty enough for me." She sneers.
Isabelle gives her friend an apologetic look as her mother drags her away.
"Clara Reid?" The principal calls out, the girl walking into the office. "Clara, you can just go home. You are suspended for one week for being in the fight. But... I know your guardian is probably busy and your father's incapable of picking you up, so just... just go."
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never grow up, criminal minds
Fanfiction[ criminal minds -- seasons 1-15 ] Clara Reid Stand Alone: Never Grow Up I DO NOT own Criminal Minds, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.
