Ciara P.O.V.
I woke up the next morning and my who body was in pain. My wrists and ankles and were bruised and I could barely move my hands and feet. I put on my bra and underwear. I slowly got changed into a pair of loose black sweatpants and a black and white striped short sleeve shirt. I slid on my black and white Converse then grabbed my book bag. I gathered my items from across the room and put them in my bag. I scurried down the stairs.
I quickly ran out the door before my father noticed. When I was halfway down the street I bumped into a boy. "Dude!" I said louder than i meant to. "I'm sorry." He said with an Austraillian accent. He had blonde hair and shiny blue eyes. I began to walk away when i noticed that he was walking beside me. "Whats the hurry stranger?" He asked with a dimpled smile. "I am on my way to school."
"Oh, well i am on my way to school as well, I just moved here from Austrailla." He said. "That's cool. What your name?" I asked curiously. "My name is Ashton. Whats yours?" Ashton asked still smiling. "Ciara." I said. "I like that name." He said. We walked to school together. He is actually really cute, but i dought that he would ever like me. I thought. We arrived not to long after. "So do you know what class you have first period?" I asked politely.
