We come in now onto school grounds. There's your regular students here. A freshman gets picked on, while a group of sophomore friends jam to that new hit that just came out. There's a few of those hot seniours that everyone gawks at while they strut there way from their cars to the school's front doors. And then.. there was her..
She wasn't the tallest girl. She wasn't the smartest girl. She wasn't the strongest girl. But she was average in those specific aspects. But damn was she a looker. The juniour student, Isabelle Jones, 16. Every guy wanted her and every girl hated her. No one really got to know her though. She kept to herself most times. Though the way she dressed seemed to say otherwise. She was actually pretty well versed in school according to those who were in her class. And this year was going to be no different. Isabelle was making her way inside carrying her books in her arms. She actually never smiled. That was another thing about her that was weird. People have tried to make her smile on countless occasions too. Funny. People seemed to actually be concerned when they saw her solemn face.
But today was another start. Maybe she'd smile. Just maybe. She was walking into the school building ready to ignore the entire world for another 180 days of hell. Little did she know she'd be unable to after--
"OOF!! HEY WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING FRESHIE!!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING FRESHIE!?"
"YOU YA LITTLE BASTARD!"
"HEY! DON'T SHOVE ME!"
THUD!! Isabelle found herself on the ground as there was a fight being broken out between a freshman and a sophomore. She hit her head on the lockers a bit hard. "Ow!! Ahh!" Vision going black and senses screwed up, Isabelle just lays there with her books strewn across the hallway. Kids were flocking even more now and she was unable to get her head on straight.
"Hey..... hey..... Hey!!" A voice? But where? Who...?
Slowly her senses were coming back to her and she could hear chanting and yelling. Teachers were trying to clear the hall to get to the ones who caused trouble. Isabelle was in a daze and still couldn't get a grip on her head. "W-what... what's happening?"
"Hey are you okay?!" It was a boy's voice. He was sitting over her really concerned and worried. He never hurt a girl before. So he was afraid he killed her or something.
"M-my head.." she grunts and lays a hand on her head. "What the hell...?" She slowly tries to sit up.
He helps her as best as he can and holds her up, "come on I have to get you out of here before the teachers see."
"My.. my books.."
He ignores that and just picks her up and slips by the kids and teachers with ease. He runs her through the school to the nurse's office.
Her head was pounding pretty hard and she still couldn't see straight. (What is going on? Why does my head hurt so bad?) She actually blacks out in his arms again.
He hurries and gets her into the nurse's office. "Hey! Is there a bed available? Okay thanks!" He books it to the back of the office and lays her down gently. "H-hey.. are you alright?"
"Nn.. ah.." she starts coming to once more. All she hears are concerned nurses and the boy's voice. She still doesn't know who it is.
He's there hovering over her completely worried. "Wake up.. come on.. I brought you to the nurse's office.."
She touches her head again and takes a deep breath forcing the cloudiness away in her mind. "Nn.. my head... I can't see straight.."
"Fuck.. OW!" There's a loud smack. "What was that for?!"
