It was a few years later.Brandi was now in 8th grade.Though her personal life with her parents being dead,Was horrible,Her school life got even worse.Brandi became the target.She didnt know how though.

She had no friends,Nobody cared about her.And instead of going to an orphanage or foster care,She somehow lived in the same house she had since her mothers death.(very unrealistic I know.again.I said it was a edgy and cheesy story.)

One day she was sitting in the hallway during a free period.A random boy came up to her,reaching his hand out.She looked up at him.He had brown hair,blue eyes and a dark blue jacket,like her own.

He looked familiar."I'm tom,remember me?from math class?"She looked confused.She had heard his name during attendance but never met him.Or seen him.She took his hand,still wondering if she could trust anyone.

She wasn't one to talk much,So she had no reaction to this.Tom helped her onto her feet."Brandi is it?"He asked.Brandi nodded.