Disclaimer: I don't own anything familiar. Oh and, I don't hate Scarlet or some other good characters that turn out bad, they just aren't my favorite. Some characters will be a little OOC, but it was necessary.
Sophie Casterwill had no friends. It was kind of shocking (She's nice and cares about others), but it's true. And it was all thanks to Scarlet O' Brady. She was the popular one, and whatever she says, goes. People worshiped that ground she walked on, which often resulted in her walking on them too.
But Sophie wouldn't bow, so Scarlet pushed her around, with the help of the jocks and other students. But just when Sophie thought that she was going to die because of a beating (verbal and physical), Scarlet got a phone call or a random pebble flew out of no where, distracting Scarlet, so Sophie could make her escape. But that didn't stop her from crying. All the indirect aid, but no friend there when you really needed it. No one there to console her or stand up for her. She just wished someone would talk to her, say something nice. All she wanted was one friend. Was that too much to ask?
When she was younger, she would ask Santa for a friend. It was really heart-breaking. At night, she dreamed about friends she might have. Sometimes, the new kids would play with her, but once they understood that she was off limits, they would ditch her. As she got older, she stopped hoping a friend would come along. Still, in times of desperate need, she would pray for someone to call a friend. In the most extreme case, one night she wished upon a star, and that little star heard her.
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Sophie trudged down the hall. Mondays, I hate Mondays, she thought. Mondays meant Scarlet, and Scarlet meant beatings, and beatings meant lies. Sophie hated lies, so she hated Mondays. The green eyed girl sat in the back row, near the wall. As she walked down the aisle to her seat, one of Scarlet's cronies, Shauna, who could beat you verbally and physically so bad, you would be crying for hours, tripped the young Casterwill, who fell to the floor.
Laughter tumbled around the air, but ignoring it, Sophie pushed herself off the ground, and continued to her seat. She gracefully descended into her chair, and just then the teacher walked in.
"Alright, class starts... now." Just as he was closing the door, a blonde teen rushed in, tripped, and landed on his face. A few quick snickers were heard. He vaulted off the floor, smile intact. Sophie saw Scarlet look at him approvingly. As Sophie got a good look, she had to admit he was cute.
He had bright blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean under the sun. His hair fell into his eyes, giving him a rugged look, and he was wearing a white shirt over a dark blue long sleeved tee with jeans. As an added bonus, he was pretty toned.
"Mr. Lambert, you made it with a second to spare. Not a good start to the first day." So, this is the new student, thought Sophie. Everyone had been talking about it that morning.
"Sorry, sir. I had trouble finding your class."
"Well, since it is your first day, I'll cut you some slack. Everyone, this is Lok Lambert." He gave a semi-shy wave. Sophie saw Scarlet pass a note to Susan (A nameless suit in the show). It was kinda obvious what was written on the note. "Mr. Lambert, you can sit next to Ms. Casterwill." The toe-head made his way down the aisle and plopped down next to Sophie. He extended his hand, and Shauna gasped.
"I'm Lok, but you already knew that, What's your name?"
"Sophie." She murmured, not taking his hand. His smile faltered just a little at her cool demeanor. Throughout the rest of the lesson, he remained silent, but his eyes flickered over to the reserved girl next to him. Why does she have those bruises, and why did she flinch when I offered her a hand? The bell rang sooner than expected for the blonde daydreamer. Sophie remained in her seat, delaying the inevitable.
"Are you going to get up?" Lok asked. Sophie shook her head, so they sat in silence, side by side. Soon enough the teacher, Mr. Guggenheim, came by.
"You both have classes, off you go." Sophie slowly got out of her chair, books in hand, and treaded to the door. Outside waited Shauna, Susan, and Scarlet. A few other nameless cronies hovered in the back round. Scarlet tripped Sophie. Books and paper flew everywhere when the girl hit the floor. Lok winced after impact. Susan scooped up a book.
"Ooh, I've always wanted to read this." The black haired girl ripped some pages out and tossed the book to Shauna.
"Hmm, boring, boring , boring." With each word Shauna ripped out another page. Sophie just gathered up her other books. The strawberry blonde remained on the ground, a tear silently dripped down her face. That book used to be her mother's. It was her favorite book, Hans Christian Andersen's Collection of Fairy tales.
Scarlet had the book next. She flipped through and tore out the page that Sophie's mom had written a note to her on. The mean girl ripped the note in half and threw it in Sophie's face while Lok watched in horror. What was wrong with these girls? Lok saw Sophie pressed to piece to her heart and dropped her head, hiding tears.
Scarlet tossed the book to Lok.
"Your turn now." Her thick Irish lilt coated her words like sugar. Lok caught the book, looked at Sophie, who had turned her head away, and said,
"Enough." That simple word caught Sophie's attention. She tilted her tear stained face upward. Lok saw the shock and gratitude envelope her eyes. This time when he offered his hand, she took it. Then, together, they collected all the torn out pages. Scarlet scoffed,
"This will only be a matter of time." The three girls, plus all the other students who watched the show, flounced away or turned their backs on the odd pair.
"You okay?" Lok asked softly. Sophie looked at him with wide, green eyes.
"Yes, thank you." She took the pages and walked away. Lok noticed that a page was still on the floor. It was a drawing from Thumbelina, when she got her wings. He tucked it in his pocket, planning on giving it to Sophie later. As he sprinted away, a lone figure made itself obvious. The teenager had black blue hair and cold, hard eyes that had softened when she saw what the boy had done. She smiled to herself, and gave a small pat to her lizard resting on her shoulder.
"It's about time someone put that princess in her place. This should be a good show."