Getting calling into the office, is more than frightening. The more anxious I became the more pronounced became me intellectualize of the whole process. Sitting in a cold uncomfortable chair, I stare at the principle's door. I rationalized and viewed the problem from different viewpoints, of whatever I was called in for, probably for slapping Marcus. The door opened slowly, like in a horror movie. I Take a deep breath before walking in and sitting in front of the principle. Mr. Ives was there too, both having a concern looks on their faces.

" About a week ago, did you walk home?" The principle asks.

"Yes, I always walk home," I answer.

" About the same time, were you assaulted?" Mr. Ives asks getting up from his seat, looking at the window.

"Yes, I was." I answer Mr. Ives eyes shot at me, with his eyes that were electric blue, but not in the recurrent way the phrase 'electric' was used. He looked at me relieved, as he takes a deep breath.

" Do you remember what happened?" Mr. Ives asks.

" Well, after I left school I started to walk home. I noticed someone following me, I wasn't quite sure so I took a short cut, and he still was. Then outta nowhere he disappeared, but I was still conscious. Then he, or someone else appeared in front of me, and then...." I stop remembering the what happened, my hands start trembling.

"It's okay, take your time." The principle says.

" I was pushed onto the ground, I tried to get away, but... someone else saved me before anything else happened. I just got away, I ran the rest the way home." I finish.

"Is that what happened... The reason we brought this up Ally is, Mr. Ives was the man who took the guy off you." The principle says, looking at Mr. Ives. I think back when It happened.

"Was that why your hand was bruised?" I ask gesturing for his hand, he nods and looks at his hand.

"Thanks, but I just wanted to know if you were okay." He says.

" Yes, I am. Things like this happen all the time, or worse. Why am I important...?" I ask tilting my head a little.

"You're very mature, to handle a situation like this... I recommend you to not be alone walking home alone, maybe getting a ride. If any of that isn't possible, I do live just up the street..." Mr. Ives says as the bell rings.

" Thank you for the offer, I will figure out something, now if you excuse me I have to get to class," I say politely, I get up and get to my next class. As the minutes of the lesson passed, the ceaseless buzzing of the classroom and the unlimited amount of energy the students contained increased, which would be a rare sight if the class was under their teacher's supervision. Having no vicious teacher who would glare at the class with red flames dancing in her eyes as she expects an answer to a question even the world's most intelligent mastermind couldn't provide answer to, was an unbelievable chance worth taking to have at least a few moments of pleasure after a day filled with endless hours of Algebra and Chemical Reactions.

"Ally, Hey! I was wondering if you want to study today?" Jakie asks, a new friend of Joanna's.

" Um, I don't know I live pretty far away from everyone, and My house isn't suitable for living people," I say as I fix my baggy sweatshirt.

" Oh, well what about my house? Because my mom can drop Jakie off and my house is good enough for studying." Joanna says.

"What a great idea!" Jakie says as she jumps on my back.

"Why not, I don't see a problem with me," I say.

"Okay, Jakie can I use your phone to call my mom?" Joanna asks He walks in a bit in front of us making his phone call. We wait for his mom to pick us up and bring us over to his house. We go up to Joanna's room, Jakie sits on his bed like she was there a million times before. The room is like a perfect magazine cover. I'm afraid to sit in case I wrinkle the fabric or stain it with something I don't even know is in my pants. The couch is cream but inlaid with a fine green silk; leaves embroidered so delicately that they might have landed there in spring and just sunk in, but I know they took hundreds of hours to sew. The white curtains are linen, the kind of white that is untouched by hands and devoid of dust. A cursory look to the right shows me the almost hidden cords that are used to open and close them.

"Have a seat, make yourself at home. That's what Joanna told me when I first came here." Jakie says as she gets her books out. I sit at the end of the small round table placing my books on it. Joanna and Jakie sit close together, she wraps herself around him closer than food wrap and is just as transparent. She will gaze through her overly made-up eyes with her cloying vapidity, simpering softly until he tells a joke. Then she will giggle like she's three and a half. I can't say anything about it, to do so will put our friendship at risk, and that is something I won't do. After a few questions, I was just getting annoyed with them.

"Hey, I'm going to go home, I had a headache all day and this studying doesn't help. Okay bye bye." I say as I pack up my stuff quickly and leave out the door before they say anything. I wave goodbye to his mom, who was in the kitchen cooking dinner. I go home, to the aroma of beer getting an apple and heading to my room.

Friday the final day of the week, I had managed to push past the constant stream of teens and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered with a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground.

"I'm sorry, " a familiar voice says, looking up I see Marcus. Suddenly, I am laughing so hard, I can't stop. I wave my hand in the air, my flag of apology. I don't know why, but the waves of laughter keep coming. I try to catch my breath and snort, staring at him wide-eyed, shocked that I would do such a thing and he suddenly bursts out laughing. With each surge of laughter, I release some of the tension that has built between us. Perhaps my body could just not contain it any longer. I'm not sure, but his laughter fills me with joy. After a whil, his soft lips stretched into a smile but didn't quite reach his dark eyes. They were lit with sadness, and the forced expression of the contrary on his mouth would have looked comical to me if it didn't make my heart feel heavy. For a few moments, I stared at him, almost sure his expression mirrored mine.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, but if I could get a kiss I would be better." He says, he tries to move forward but my hand leans on his chest to stop him.

" Why are you so mean to me?" I ask, taking my hand away. Then I was immediately forced out of my happiness when I felt icy cold liquid pouring on my head. Droplets of juice splashed from the top of my head down onto my lap. Veins of sticky red punch trickled down my head, forcing my hair to stick to her face flowing down onto my bare chest, soaking everything. This must be one of his pranks, looking up at his shocked face, I wouldn't for once second deliberate that this was his doing. "Get the hell away from me," I say getting up.

" It wasn't me I swear!" He yells getting up.

"Get out of my face, Marcus. I'm done with your shit." I yell back, taking a breath composing myself. I walk to the dressing room, taking everything off and taking a shower. Wearing a pair of dusty old sweats and sweatshirt, I find my way back to class.