y/n pov:
i walk in the school with a bunch of papers in my hand. i look at my locker number and then walk over to it. as i'm walking to my locker, this blonde boy comes up to me and steps on my shoe. "nice shoes, new girl." he smirks. i look down at my dirty vans ms. whitetaker got from goodwill. i scoff and look up at him. "what's your problem?" i say to him. "nothing, new girl." he slaps all my papers out of my hand and then laughs and walks away, high-fiving his friends. i sigh and bend down to start picking up my papers. i get a flash back from when ms. whitetaker slammed all of my food on the ground and starved me for a week for not cleaning the water spill on the floor. i snap out of it when a girl walks up to me.
missy's pov:
i'm talking to heather b. when i see marcus talking to the new girl. i notice she looks annoyed with him when all of sudden he slams all her papers on the ground and then walks away all proud. i ignore heather b. and run over to the new girl to help her. i get on the floor with her and start helping her. she looks at me and smiles. i put out my hand. "melissa. but everyone calls me missy." she accepts my hand. "y/n. everyone calls me y/n/n if they want." "sorry about marcus. he's a douchebag. just ignore him." i say to her. i then notice her schedule on the floor and pick it up. i squeal in excitement when i look at it. "what?" she asks. "we have EVERY class together." "really?" she asks. i nod my head and bite my lip in excitement. we stand up and head to class.
