(an: Ok, first filmore fic, so go easy on me. I hope you like it. disclamer: I only own the plot and a few OCs.)
A 12 year old girl was walking down the hallway of X middle school.
She had long brown hair, red eyes, peach skin and dressed in a black tank top with a skull on it, blue toarned jeans and red sneaks. Her backpack had a bunch of Nbc, IZ and Ruby gloom stuff on it with a peice of paper on the top of it that had 'Z?' on it.
She had an ipod in her pocket. She was humming to a linkin park song. Then, a hand went on her shoulder.
The girl looked a bit scared. She turned to see two teens two years older then her.
One was a boy with a bald head, brown eyes, glasses, brown skin and dressed in a blue t-shirt, orange sash, blue jeans and sneaks.
The other was a girl with black hair, green eyes, pale skin and dressed in a black dress, black school bag, orange sash and black boots.
"What are doing here?" The boy asked.
The punk girl looked at them, scared.
"I-I'm just new here," She said, nevously, "I was only looking for the principal's office."
The two teens looked at each other, then at the girl. Tears of fear were coming out of her eyes.
"We'll take you there," The boy said, "just to be sure."
"Thanks," The punk girl said.
"Ah, yes," The princeable said, "we were expecting a new stundent."
The punk girl was sitting in a chair in front of the office, nevously.
"I see you met our top safety patrollers Fillmore and Ingrid," The princeipal said.
The girl nodded her head.
"All we got to do is know your name and we're done," The princeipal said.
The girl sighed.
"Mine name's B," The girl said.
She left the office to go to her classroom.
The lunch bell rang. B was on her way to her next class when she herd a voice.
"P-please spare me."
B looked over to see two shadows of two figuers.
"I don't like people who disobey me," The second figure sneered.
The figuer then got out a dagger.
"It's the last thing they ever do."
The first one begged for murcey, but the second figuer kept stabbing him with the dagger. The first one screamed a blood curlded scream as he got stabbed while being hold at a great hight. Some blood stained on the wall the shadows was projected on.
Then, he stopped stabbing the first shadow. He dropped him on the ground. Something spilled out of his side. B looked at the sight, scared.
The figure saw B there. He looked at her.
"Leave this place," It sneered, "you saw nothing."
B ran out of the crime sceane. The figure hid the dagger and left the scean.
(an: how's that? R&R, but don't send flames.)