~~~ Hanha's POV ~~~

I wake up to the loud buzz of my alarm and get out of bed.

Today is a new day... I hope Nate will be in school today because I really need to talk to him. I quickly get ready in my signature look; Hair braided over my shoulder, my pokemon black and white shirt, black jeans and purple hightops.

I run downstairs grab an energy bar from the cabinet and jog out the door. I sit on the stairs outside and eat my bar, put the wrapper in the garbage, and walk to Nate's.

Nate is my best friend, and we have walked to school together since we were 10. When I get to Nate's house, I wait outside for him.

"Hanha!" Nate calls, running out the door. "What?" I reply. By now he is standing next to me. "I need help with my math," he rushes. "Ok." Nate pulls out his notebook.

"What's 7x52?" "364." Nate writes it down. "Thanks." Nate and I start walking to school.

Nate is my only friend and I don't even know why he wants to be my friend.

Suddenly, a girl rushes by, knocking Nate's notebook out of his hand. "S-s-sorry!" She yells.

We shrug. After 5 minutes of walking and talking we get to school and go straight to our first class, music!

~~~ Dallia's POV ~~~

I look out the window of my new room. I know I'll have to leave in like five minutes, to go to school, but I'm nervous. I don't want a repeat of what happened in Westbury. Just thinking about it... hurts. But, I decide to set out, despite not really knowing my way.

It's not like my parents would be home to drive me.

I grab my bag and slip on my converse, flattening out my Zelda t-shirt. "Here goes nothing." I mutter, walking outside. I walk down what I think is the right direction for awhile, and then check my phone. "Ah, GREAT. I'm gonna be late." I say sarcastically, starting to run down the sidewalk.

In front of me I see a pair of people, who look my age, walking towards the school. Running past them, I accidentally knock a notebook out of the guys hand.

"S-s-sorry!" I yell over my shoulder, running faster. I've never been one to be social. Or non-awkward.

I see the school and mentally cheer. Finally. But what I DON'T cheer about are the groups of kids outside the school. It seems there are "groups" in this school.

Great.

I stoop down to catch my breath, as a few girls walk up to me. "Guess you must be the 'new girl'" One says, a snotty attitude seeping through. "Let me introduce you to your new life!" She then takes her bottle of water and pours it on my head.

"There. Oops, did you get wet? I'm so sorry, let me clean your glasses for you."

Please don't tell me she's gonna....

Yup...

She takes my glasses and stomps on them. "I'm so sorry!" She says, mocking empathy. "I dropped them!"

I have only one choice. I run blindly into the hallway, seeing everything blurry. Tears streaming down my face, I turn to hear snotty laughing getting closer.

No....

Someone.... help...