Bisca slumped against her seat an overwhelming panic filling her head and numbing the rest of her body. "Excuse me- I need to talk to my daughter!" Bisca's mom yelled through gritted teeth. Without waiting for an answer she walked up to Bisca's seat signaled to the door and stormed out with Bisca in heel. "Explain the outfit." She said trying to stay calm. "I- uhh-" Bisca slumped, no excuse coming to her. "I want you to find the nearest bathroom, change, and go tell your teacher your very-very sorry. Then. Finally go make your impression on the school. I'll be watching little missy!" She yelled. Bisca nodded grabbed her annoyingly puffy dress and made a
B-line for the bathroom. She shuffled to the farthest stall in the row. Changing as quickly as she could and running out at the moment know one was looking. Bisca eyed her mother who was watching skeptically and decided to slow down her pace relieved everyone was in class. She strode into her classroom and went up to her teacher. "I am sincerely sorry for coming to class late I have learned my lesson." Bisca's face blushed a deep red as her teacher chuckled and eyed her outfit. Then he pointed toward her chair and she quickly ran there keeping her head down. She looked down at her desk to see a slip of white paper folded in two which she opened under her desk peering down confused. Bisca, your life is about to change for the better. It's the second day of school and yet I am already in love will you accept me as your prom date next marking period. -your admirer
Bisca glared down at it then slowly ripped it into little pieces shoving them in her desk. She heard a giggle from the boy behind her and turned around to see him elbow a kid with his head down looking disappointed. The teacher coughed unusually loudly then started talking louder then he was beforehand. "Now turn to page 334 in your text book. Bisca stared down at her empty desk. "Mrs. Selnis do you have your materials?" "Oh sorry- I don't actually-err- sorry!" Bisca yelled quickly standing up. "We'll share with-" The teacher started but was interrupted by a loud ringing noise from the loud speaker. "Never mind lunchtime." He said dismissing the class of anxious children. Bisca hid her face behind a curtain of purple hair and followed he group a distance behind the group. She made it to the cafeteria scanning the room for an empty table seeing none. All the groups of children seemed to be set up from the popular kids to the gangsters, and not one category she fit into. She slinked to the farthest table which happened to be the acting club. "Hi?" One of the kids said to her grinning and patting the seat next to her Bisca slowly sat down waving back. "I'm Bianca what's your name? By the way this is the acting club you should think about joining you seem like you would be a good princess!" She giggled. "I'm Bisca nice to meet you too." She said slowly. Bianca grinned and turned back to her already developed friend group. Bisca opened her lunchbox picking at her sandwich. Her stomach churned at the thought of food so she decided to skip lunch to look for her next class. Bianca stumbled into a dead end hallway and turned around seeing her path blocked by the upperclassman from earlier. "It's lunch right now shouldn't you be somewhere?" Bisca mumbled trying to push her way out. "You need to watch your tone when your talking to someone older than you or someone will ever hurt." He said smugly. Bisca glared up at him scanning his expression for any signs of getting out of this. His smirk grew wider when her eyes dropped to the ground. He balled his hands into fists as Bisca braced herself for the attack. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt herself being lift up and then flung across the hall with a loud thud. He took the opportunity and started kicking Bisca until she was curled up into a ball of bruises then her grabbed her head and slammed it against the wall smiling when Bisca screamed. "Never mess with me- Ryan Metney!" He yelled triumphantly. Ryan brushed his blood stained fingers off on her dress, punched her one more time in the stomach causing her to cough up blood, and then left Bisca in a bloody ball on the ground. Then everything went black.

Bianca's eyes flickered open to see herself in the corner of the hallway. She tried to stand up but cringed as the world turned in circles and caused her to fall back down. She scanned the area to see her blood spattered everywhere on a poster reading Coliseum- the school play. She looked down at her body to see bandages wrapped around all her wounds. Bisca used her remaining strength to limp to a couch. "That looks painful." A voice murmured. Bisca looked up to see a girl peering at her from her position laying down on a window sill a stick of Pocky stuck out of her mouth like a cigarette. "What happened?" Bisca asked cringing from the pain. "You tell me - I wasn't the one who got beat up I came after." She shrugged it off as if it were nothing. "So what did you see?" Bisca begged, convinced she was missing details. "I got here, saw Ryan grinning demonically saw you and bandaged you up-" She explained "-I don't want any death on the second day of school." She held her hands up in surrender. She jumped off the ledge allowing Bisca to get a better look at her. She had dark brown hair cut unevenly at the bottom, brown eyes, and a kind of edge to her that gave the 'don't come near me' vibe. "Anyway I like you- anyone who can get Ryan as they're enemy on only the second day of school earns my respect." She winked at Bisca. "He hates me?" Bisca asked causing the girl to signal to all her cuts. "Oh, I guess so. What's your name?" Bisca asked. "Mel. If you call me Melanie there will be consequences," she responded wagging her finger back and forth. "Family?" Bisca questioned
"Jeez the questions keep coming don't they! They're both dead by the way." Bisca put her hand to her mouth sorrow filling her expression. "It's not like I care I never knew them- now it's just about pretending there is some adult living with me so I'm not sent to an orphanage." Mel shrugged. "Oh- I'm Bisca by the way- nice to meet you!" Bisca offered out her hand. "You can be casual it's not like you are going to find me being polite much." Mel gripped her hand grinning.