Wirt ran out of class as fast as he could. He really, really didn't want the teacher to give him a pat on the back for his answer. It usually took 15 minutes for her to stop talking about students who got a really hard question right. He should know. One of his old friends answered a question like that correctly and the teacher gave him so much praise that it took up half an hour of his time in one of his other classes that he flunked that period. Beatrice ran after him and tried to catch up with him but she lost him in the ocean of people. She was starting to get nervous. Where could he be? Just then, she felt someone grab her hand. She turned around to see it was Wirt who had grabbed her hand. At that point, her face was completely red. "Come on Beatrice. I'll take you to your next class. You don't know where it is, do you?" Wirt asked. Beatrice just shook her head and walked with him as he pulled at her hand. They got to her class to see Sara waiting at the door. "Wirt! I was hoping you were going to escort her to her next class. Listen, you know how I'm going to Florida street and all, so I won't be in your neighborhood. But I was........." Sara was cut off by Wirt. "I thought you said you were moving to Florida!" Sara looked at him in an odd way. "Yah. Florida Street. You know? That rich people street we used to bike down when we were kids? My dad got a new job and it pays way more than his old job. Anyways, I know we won't be living in the same neighborhood. But, I was wondering if you would like to.... Go out?" Sara finished her sentence and was surprised at his response. "Yes!!!!" Wirt said in a joyful voice. Beatrice just stood there, motionless, as she fought back tears. Wirt left just in time for her to let the tears go. Sara saw it and asked what was wrong. "It's nothing. It's just......Wirt..." Beatrice didn't have to finish the sentence. Sara knew what she was saying. Her hand turned into a fist as she saw each tear fall from her eyes. Beatrice didn't look up from her crying. She knew she was mad. "Sara. I'm sor-" Beatrice was shocked by the sudden pain on her cheek. She put her hand on it to feel a kind of a hand shaped mark on her cheek. Beatrice looked up at Sara, but instead of seeing just an angry face, she saw a fist come right at her. She wasn't quick enough to dodge it. Sara hit her several times and with that, she fell to the ground. Beatrice tried to get up but Sara put her foot on her back and put pressure on it. Beatrice didn't know what to do. She tried to get up but when she did, Sara would push down on her back harder. It hurt too. The heels on her shoes dug into her back. At one point, Beatrice embraced the pain and she pushed Sara's foot off of her. Beatrice tried to go tell a teacher but when she did, Sara just took her arm and put it behind her back. "Oh no. You’re not getting away that easy. You’re going to learn your lesson." Sara said. She pulled her arm higher and higher every time Beatrice tried to run away. "Do you give up?" Sara asked. "I give! I give!" Beatrice replied as the pain in her arm became unbearable. Sara let go of her, only for Beatrice to try and run to a teacher for help. Sara easily caught up to her and cornered her between lockers. Beatrice tried to escape the corner so that she could find someone for help but it was no use. She grabbed Beatrice by the hair and slammed her head against the lockers and blood came leaking out. Once Beatrice was on the floor, Sara kicked her in the stomach several times and was just about to kick her in the face, when she heard footsteps behind her and ran away. But before she ran away, she gave Beatrice a warning. "Tell anyone about this and I will not hesitate to do the same thing to you again!" Sara said as she put her hand on her throat and squeezed it a little as she held her face up to hers. Once Sara was gone, the figure made its way around the corner. All Beatrice could make out of the figure was a bunch of blurry colors.