No One Wants A Broken Toy

Lesson 2

Friday took forever to roll about, Alice sighed, staring at the clock, only 20 minutes of the day left. then to investigate Lily's new "friends". Alice looked at her desk and began to scribble a dark tornado on the hard plastic, her pencil scratching roughly against the material. She focused hard on the maniacal scribble, only to be greeted by the slapping of a ruler against the desk and a tiny but firm "em-hem." from her teacher, Ms. Haverthorn. 

"Excuse me, Ms. Moriarty, but, what are you doing to my desk?" the old woman said in her strained voice, a voice that very much reminded Alice of Professor Umbridge from the Harry Potter movies. 

"Just a scribble, i'll erase it." Alice said softly, rubbing the almost non-existent eraser of her pencil cross the dark mark, smearing it more than erasing it. Alice groaned softly, her arm sore and stinging from the motion, she rubbed her wrist, the muscles in it popped and rolled; a result of a traumatic injury to her wrist a few years back. She almost began to remember that dark, unforgivingly cold night, she vaguely recalled the shadow that followed her for a few miles from the mall she walked from. She stopped remembering. She wiped away the shocked tear that had formed from the corner of her eye. 

Lesson 3. Never leave yourself vulnerable.

That lesson and that night changed Alice. Ever since she carried at least three knives on her person at all times. There has yet to be another incident like that night, but almost twice has it happened, if it wasn't for her three knives, it would have happened. Alice reached down and felt the hard handle of one of her knives, the hard spiral handle sat protectively tucked in her belt, this one she had named Stave. The logic behind the name being that it would stave off potential attackers and creeps, she sighed softly. The simple fact that she didn't feel safe without it was sad enough on it's own. Alice was snapped from her thoughts as the school bell rang and Umbridge called out homework assignments, Alice grabbed her notebook and swiftly removed herself from the area. She set out to look for Lily, who wasn't very hard to find, especially being surrounded by four other girls with varying shades of pink and blonde. 

"Hey! Lily!" Alice called, waving at her friend, the four blondes sneered and stifled thier collective giggles, very clearly mouthing "ew" directed at Alice; who still proceeded forward to Lily,

"Oh, hey Alice." Lily said with a soft smile, closing her locker beside her. 

"Are we riding the bus to your house or are we going to mine?" Alice said, smiling and leaning against the lockers, her leather jacket creaking on the cold steel.

"Oh. Actually, the girls offered me a ride home. I'd offer you to come but there's barely enough room as it is." Lily muttered, smiling sadly, Alice immediately recognized what was actually being said. 

"Oh, you mean you'd rather be with your new, snobby, plastic friends than your real best friend since fucking kindergarden. I see. Whatever Lily, enjoy it. You'll see who your real friends are once you're abandoned by these bitches." Alice said coldly, angry and upset, she kicked off the lockers and stormed to the buses, her leather boots clicking angrily in the tiled hall, leaving Lily stunned.

"Don't worry girl, she's a loser anyway!" one of the blonde bitches said loudly enough for Alice to hear.

"I'm better than you are at least.." Alice muttered as she walked out the doors of the school, onto the grass hill to get home.