*Brock's (Moo's) POV*

"How did you and Ms. Anderson meet?" the interviewer asks me. I look up at her and smile a very slight smile as the memories flash into my mind. "Well, allow me to begin from the beginning." I tell her. She nods as if to tell me to continue, so I take a deep breath and begin.

" You see, as a kid, I was always the odd one out. The one that was the loner of the 5th grade. We were all outside at recess when a bunch of bigger kids, 7th graders if you will, walk up to me and push me into the dirt. I was already having a hard enough time at home..."

*Little Brock's POV*

I fall onto the ground with a thud. I look up at all the older boys, but squint against the sun. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you fall on your ass" one says, spitting on me as he speaks. "Fucking say it, don't spray it.." I mumble, but not quiet enough. Before I know it, I'm being kicked in my sides.

"Don't you make fun of us kid! We have your ass owned!" one yells at me, kicking me harder in my gut. The recess bell rings, making them stop and walk inside. I slowly stand up and grip my stomach, but make it to class on time. 

As I walk into the room, I immediately get glares from all the other kids. I just fumble my way to the back on the class, trying not to cry from the agonizing pain in my gut. I look up at the whiteboard where the teacher is teaching us about nothing really important. (Isn't that all classes??)

I begin to fall asleep as she starts a new lesson on the times tables. After about fifteen minutes, the bell for lunch rings waking me up. I attempt to jump out of my seat and run, but once I got out of my seat, the pain returns. 

I limp my way to a hallway which nobody ever walks through. There aren't many bathrooms in this school. There are about 4 and they're all supervised by teachers to make sure there's no drowning, beat-ups, and stuff like that going on. Because then that's blood and bodies that they have to hide and clean up.

I look around to make sure nobody is here. Once I make sure the coast is clear, I grab my razor out of my pocket and lift up the sleeve to my coat. 13 cuts so far, 6 more to add. I begin to slowly drag the blade across my skin, smiling at the fact that I can bleed like a normal human. 

After I get about 3 done, I start feeling a bit dizzy from blood loss, but I still continue. I set the blade where I want, but before I can drag it across, someone pulls my hand with the razor in it behind my back and makes me drop it. 

"STOP!" a girl yells. My eyes go wide at the fact that a girl would save me from being unconscious. 
She turns me around quickly and begins to wrap a bandage like cloth around my wrist. Once she looks up at me, I see her green eyes filled with concern. She has a little bridge of freckles across her nose, long brown hair with neon blue tips, and the lightest coat of makeup on her face.

"Why would you hurt yourself?" she asks me, still keeping a grip on my wrist. I look down in her eyes, but quickly look away. If there's one thing I'm good at avoiding, it's eye contact. I get my wrist out of her grip and begin to walk away. That wasn't the best idea. I fumble from side to side, still woozy from the blood loss. 

I feel her arm around my waist and she puts my arm over her neck. "What's your name?" she asks. "Brock.." I mumble. She looks up at me with a smile and says "I'm Lea.(Pronounced as Lay-uh)" she replies. I look ahead at where she's taking me. We're at the front of the school.

She sets me down on a bench and sits next to me. "I'm sorry if my step-brother hurt you. He's a big douche that can't control his hot-headed temper. When he's pissed, he always picks on someone." she tells me. I nod very slightly and look over at her. The way her brown hair kind of floats in the wind makes me think of being able to fly and just be free from all this cruel world madness.

The blue tips being the sky, and the brown being the eagle soaring above all in dominance of the world. I smile at the thought, but realize she's looking at me, smiling back. As we sit there in silence, I keep thinking about how she just appeared out of nowhere and saved my life. 

"Why did you help me?" I ask her. She looks over at me. "Because, you're different than everyone else. And different is good. I wanted to help you realize that." she replies kindly. I smile at her and ask "What's your full name?" She looks over at me and tells me "Lea Cole Anderson, and yours?" 

I shake my head and say "If I told you that, then you'll probably know who I am exactly and not want to be around me. (Also saying that I don't know his last name nor do I honestly care to. That's far too stalkerish for me XD)" 

She nods her head in understandment and says "I'll see you tomorrow." She rises off the bench and begins to walk away. Before she exits out the gate, she turns and waves to me, so I wave back. As the end of the day bell rings, she runs off. I sigh happily at the fact that I just MIGHT have a real friend.