Bisca had all the wrong traits to stand out. Instead of the stereotypical blonde hair hers had been a ginger color but she had dyed it a dark purple by herself to rebel against her parents. They almost killed her afterward but it was worth it. And instead of the popular green eyes hers were a foggy blue color that always seemed to make her look distant. But even when she cast her eyes downward and stuck to the back hallways, Bisca couldn't help catching everyone's attention. Yes, she did live in a mansion visible from other towns but she always took the long route to get there so no one would notice her. But again it never worked. All the distance she had created between her and the world suddenly evaporated when he came. Her guard was always up and a side of herself she had fought to get rid of was coming back. Bisca snapped suddenly out of her trance to the sound of her mothers voice calling to her. "Biscus hurry up or you'll be late for school!" Her shrill voice could cut through solid stone and Bisca immediately regretted sleeping in. She quickly pulled on some jeans and a tank top then went for her shoes. Every set had to be worth thousands of dollars that her mom had wasted on her. Bisca never wanted to draw attention yet here her mother was, wanting the opposite. She pulled on combat boots and ran downstairs at the time she normally would if she hadn't slept in, maybe earlier. The moment she reached the bottom step her mom glared at her eying her outfit of choice. "Fine, I'll change." Bisca finally said after a couple minutes of tension between them. "You better Biscus! You know I don't approve of that type of clothing." "Don't call me Biscus!" Bisca retorted. Her mother rolled her eyes while Bisca ran back up to her room on the highest floor. Bisca hated her name. Ever since she got it she knew it would stand out to much. Typical names would be Lily or Violet but if course Bisca's mother wanted her to stand out so instead of a typical plant name she went with Hibiscus. Bisca tried to get as far away from the embarrassing name as possible. She rewrote name tags and forced her mom to let her enter school as Bisca instead of Hibiscus. So far she was still Bisca but it was hard to tell on the second day of 9th grade. For a mom with such high standards Bisca couldn't believe she was being sent to a public school system near her house in Germany. Though in her head she felt it was so her mother could teach Bisca who to look down on. Slowly Bisca made the uncomfortable trek downstairs in a shimmering lavender dress that should have been for prom instead of daily use. Underneath the dress she wore sky blue satin slippers- that again should have been used for a wedding day. All in all she would draw way to much attention which is why, hidden in her backpack, an emergency tank top and shorts were located. Hidden under many binders and folders of course! Bisca quickly sat down at the table where a bowl of cereal was located. The size of the kitchen always intimidated her so she shoved a spoon in her mouth and walked towards her mom's car eager to get to school without any more drama. Instead of her mom's car a limousine had been payed to take her to school- again to secure Bisca's reputation. Her face flushed red and she walked slowly to the limousine annoyed at her mother's efforts. "See you after school!" Bisca's mother yelled to her. Her mother went inside ad Bisca slipped to the back seat. Feeling comfortable with the space between her and the driver, she slipped her hand into her backpack taking out the clothing. She slipped it on quickly and silently then prepared herself by plotting routes that no other kids went down. Finally when she felt prepared she hopped into school with her face covered by a hoodie and sticking to the back hallways. Everything went wrong immediately. Her plan to 'infiltrate the area then get out' backfired when an upperclassman confronted her. He had a smug grin on his face and he immediately cornered Bisca against a locker. "Who are you kid?" He asked in a voice that made Bisca feel that he didn't care what she had to say, just wanted a reason to beat her up. She said nothing yet held her ground until he repeated the question again. "What does it matter to you?" Bisca interjected suddenly- tired of being picked up. He looked kind of surprised. He either didn't realize she was a girl, didn't realize she could talk back, or both. The answer was both. He pulled down her hood causing her purple hair to tumble out of it. Quickly he removed his hand and walked away whistling innocently. Apparently he didn't pick on girls. Bisca tried to walk to class undetected but her cover was already blown. Everyone was staring at her. She was now a princess in high school that was causing commotion everywhere. Bisca knew it wasn't brave but she fled to her classroom causing to much commotion and taking to many breaks to catch her breath. She finally broke into her classroom five minutes late and breathing heavy. "Would you like to explain yourself." The teacher asked eyebrow raised. As she caught her breath all kids in the class shouted excuses for her yet none seemed to faze the teacher. One girl shouted that Bisca was being teased as an excuse but that made Bisca's fan clubs pity increase. Things couldn't possibly get worse for Bisca. That's when Bisca's mom chose to enter the room. "I'm here for my conference and- Bisca what happened to your outfit?" Bisca's body went numb. Her mind could only focus on one thought. It just got worse.