A Broken Girl

chapter 1.

Narrorators (me) pov

  It was that night. the school foot ball game. the tokyo high tigers v. the american eagles. The game was going smoothly. the tigers were wining. everyone was pumped. having fun. cheerleaders were rchanting. players roaring. a happy night. Except for one certain person. She was not there. she was alone. just walking. the certain cirl walked long. she managed to stumble upon the football game. She couldnt bare to walk anymore so she limped towards it. slowly. painfully. broken in every step. sh walked onto the feild and stood there as everyone observed her. even the football players had stopped. It grew silent. on certain player took off his helmet. he had fiery red eyes which had confusion written all over them. The  boy's eyes grew wide as took her in. Her face was purple and blue, bruised, but somehow pale with fear at the same time. her eyes full of tears which made her mascara run. lipstick smuged.  her closed ripped and dirty with mud, mayebe. the rest of her body was frail and bruised as well. she was shaking in her boots. he reconized her long orange hair, which was frizzled and dirty.it blew in the passing winds. he reconized the cerain girl. the broken girl. Blossom utonium. this girl used to be queen b. on top. a nice girl. everybody liked her. but now she's a glass sitting on the edge, waiting to be broken.She imedietly finds a piece of glass( that she conviently had.)( ahhh, timing) and raises up to her neck. the boy's heart drops as he knows what her next move is. a knife to her neck, in other words suicide. he makes a bolt for it trying to grab the glassout of her hand. luckily it only injures her arm.

'' NOOOOO!!!!!'' SHE CRYS/ SCREAMS '' LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE!!!''

'' blossom ... calm... down'' he struggles to contain her as other rush to save her. 

The boy is brick jojo. who didnt know what to thinK of her now.