"Oh my god, piss of Clara!" Snapped a girl with long flowing, dark red hair, and dark brown eyes, "Why do you always have to get in my way, all the god damn time," Clara shuffled to the left and clutched her school books against her chest, keeping her head down. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" She hissed, shoving Clara back a few steps. Clara's chocolate brown hair reflected the light above her, as she looked up with tears standing in her large anxious eyes.
"Sorry, f-for getting i-in your way," Clara stuttered. Blinking back the tears which were threatening to stream down her face, "It wont happen again." She clutched her books tighter against her chest, as she tried to walk away. Tried to because the girl grabbed her arm.
"Did I say you could leave?" Clara kept her head down and shook it slowly, "No I never, so why did you walk away? It's extremely rude." Clara gulped and looked up slowly.
"Because I needed to get to class..." She whispered. Clara looked back down in fright, as the girls eyes exploded with anger.
"You dare answer me back." The girl spat, stepping closer to Clara. She moved her head forward and whispered into Clara's ear, "If I ever see or hear you again, I will kill you." She smiled at Clara as she stepped back. "Understand?" Clara nodded. "Good, now beat it. I don't want to to be seen talking to you." Clara hustled away down the hall, towards her locker. She placed her bag on the floor and began to search for her keys. As usual, no such luck. They weren't in there, or in her pockets.
"What the hell." She mumbled quietly to herself, punching her locker. She looked around her and saw a group of math geeks gaping at her. "Don't you guys have something to calculate." Clara said, and they walked away. She sighed furiously resting her head on her plain locker. "Why does this always happen to me..."
