Ruthie ran to the car after a long, bad day at school. Amanda Shandi and her group of friends were picking on Ruthie again. It started a few weeks before, Ruthie accidently bumped into Amanda and she never let it go. They call Ruthie names, they turned the entire school against her and they threatened to beat her up on countless occasions.

"Hey, Ruthie," said Lucy, she was picking Ruthie up today as everyone else was too busy.

"Hey," She replied quietly.

"How was school?" Lucy asked as they started the ride home.

"Okay," Ruthie muttered.

"Are you okay? You're never this quiet."

"Never better." Ruthie replied sarcastically.

They drove the rest of the way to their house (the churches house, actually) in silence. Ruthie was looking out the window and Lucy was watching Ruthie out of the corner of her eye. When they pulled into the drive way Ruthie jumped out of the car and ran into the house. Lucy watched her go, a concerned look on her face.

'I should talk to dad about this,' She thought, 'It could be nothing though. Maybe I should just talk to her.'

Ruthie ran up to the attic bedroom she shares with Lucy and Mary (when she's home), she slammed the door shut and slid down it, bringing her knees up to her chest, and started crying. A few minutes someone tried to open the door but, seeing as Ruthie was sitting in front of it, they couldn't. They knocked a few times but Ruthie just ignored them.

"Ruthie?" It was Lucy.

"Ruthie, open the door."

Ruthie just ignored her.

"This is my bedroom, too so open up."

Again, Ruthie ignored her.

"Open this door or I'll go get mom and she'll make you open it."

Ruthie moved out of the way, opened the door and lay down on her stomach on her bed, her head resting on her arms, facing away from the door. Lucy shut the door and sat on the foot of Ruthie's bed. "Ruthie?" She asked, getting no response.

'Why won't she just leave me alone?' Ruthie wondered.

"Ruthie, look at me." said Lucy.

Ruthie shook her head slightly.

"I'm not leaving until you look at me."

After a few seconds Ruthie reluctantly flipped over and sat up, bringing her knees to her chest and wiping away her tears.

"What's going on, Ruthie? You never cry."

"It's nothing, Lucy just stupid school stuff."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's nothing serious, I promise."

"Okay," Lucy got up to leave, "Oh, and supper is in an hour."

"Okay, thanks."

Lucy walked down to the kitchen still feeling that something was going on with Ruthie.

'I'll talk to Robbie,' she thought, 'she's always telling him stuff that she would never tell anyone else.'

Robbie was in his room reading a magazine when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he yelled.

Lucy walked into the room closing the door behind her; she walked over and sat across from Robbie on Matt's bed. She just sat there fiddling with the blanket.

"What's up?" asked Robbie.

"Do you know what's going on with Ruthie?"

"No, is she okay?"

"I don't know. She was acting weird when I picked her up from school and when we got home she jumped out of the car and ran straight into the house."

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Talk to her. If anyone can get something out of her it's you."

"Okay. I'll go talk to her now."

Robbie left the room, went down the hall and up the attic stairs. He knocked on the door, no answer. He knocked again, no answer. He knocked again and when there was no answer he opened the door and walked in. He looked around the room and spotted Ruthie curled up in the corner. He closed the door, went over and sat down next to Ruthie.

"What's wrong, Snookie?"

Ruthie just shook her head.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Ruthie nodded.

"So, tell me what's bothering you."

"It's nothing," Ruthie said in a small voice, "Just some stupid school stuff. Nothing I can't handle."

"Okay, if you ever want to talk I'm here." Robbie said, standing up, "Supper's probably going to be ready soon, why don't you come downstairs with me."

Ruthie nodded and took Robbie's extended hand standing up.

Alright, so there's the first chapter of my untitled story. Please review even if it's to say my story isn't very good, to me nay review is a good review. I'll take all your thoughts and comments into consideration. Thanks for reading my fic.