Sarah's POV

I rounded the last corner to my locker. Like usual, there were mean notes. Some which I felt true, others I shrugged off. That day, one hit me harder than ever.

'You're pathetic, unloved, and worthless. Even your parents didn't want you' I stared at the note before running down the hall and into the restroom. I locked myself in a stall and sunk to the floor crying. Then I heard footsteps and a soft knock.

"Hey, Sarah?" It was my best friend, Angel. Her calm voice soothed me. My sobs stopped to listen.

"Yeah Angel." I sniffed unlocking the stall. My friend put an arm around me. I wiped the remaining tears off my cheecks with my mint green hoodie. She lifted my chin.

"Don't listen to them, they don't know the real you." I nodded and left for class.

Later that day, walking home, I saw a bus with wheels, that's right, wheels. I mean who uses wheels anymore, it's all hover tech. The bus was headed to Borg Industries. But what would that have to do with me, nothing.

Turns out, I was soooo wrong.