I went back to class. I made the note a paper ball. I sat in my seat. We were reviewing the questions. "Did you tell the office?" whispered Vicky.

"I'm going to stay for now. I like your hair by the way," I whispered back.

"Yours is ugly," Vicky whispered back.

"At least I have better shoes," I whispered to her.

"What's the answer to question three?" asked Mrs. Everglades. I raised my hand.

"Bella, what is the answer?" asked Mrs. Everglades.

"The Egyptians developed civilization on the Nile River," I answered. Vicky gave me a glare. Mrs. Everglades continued with the questions. Soon, the bell rang. One more class to go. I went to class. Science class. I walked in. When class started, the only person I knew that was there was Isabel. I was relieved.

Before I knew it, class was over. I was putting away my stuff in my locker when my locker hit me hard on the head. I looked behind my door. Vicky and her one friend from lunch were laughing. "Get over I have better shoes than you two," I told them. They stopped laughing.

"We have better shoes than you," Vicky replied.

"Yeah right," I said. I closed my locker and locked it. Vicky pushed me into the lockers. It hurt really badly. I wanted to cry. Vicky and her friend laughed and ran off. I ran out the door. I took off running and I wasn't going to stop until I was home. Tears were streaming down my face. I then had to stop and rest. I sat in the grass. "Why me?" I asked.

"Because you're special," responded the beast. I sighed. He would always answer my questions. I stood back up and ran into my house. My parents saw me as I dashed to my room. I laid on my bed, my face in two pillow and let the tears roll down. I did that for a few minutes, and the door opened. I sat up.

"Bella, what's wrong?" my parents asked at once. I told them everything I told Aiden and Mr. H. I then told them about school. I could barely talk through my tears.

"Honey, you'll be fine," my mom assured me.

"No more crying, people will think you're a cry baby," the beast said. I stayed there for a few minutes. I decided to draw. I drew Vicky and her friend slamming the locker door on me. As soon as I was done, I walked down stairs. I went into the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table.

"Want a snack?" asked my dad. I nodded. My mom put a plate of different fruits on the table. I saw an apple. I took it and took a small bite. It was fresh. I ate the apple. I picked up some grapes and popped them in my mouth. They were bursting with flavor. Soon, I had tried a little bit of each fruit, finding grapes and apples were my favorites. Maybe I would be happy here.