Hiya there! It's Saphire!(i wish) this is my second Fanfic, the first one fell on it's face... Oh well! I hope you like it but it's ok if you don't!

Now on with the show- Er... Story!

Matthew Williams

Mrs. Greenwood's 5th grade classroom

Matthew Williams walked into his classroom silently. He was late not like anyone noticed anyways, but he always had hope that people would. He winced as he settled into his seat at the back of the class, the bruises from earlier that morning aching as he sat down. Stupid me, Matthew thought. He was under the impression that the guys at this school would not decide he looked vulnerable enough to bully, but that was in vain. They had decided to 'show him the ropes', as they so kindly put it, and locked him in a closet, but not before making sure that he knew who was in charge and that he wasn't welcome there.

Matthew rubbed his wrists where they had tied him up with a jump rope, This school was supposed to be better... He thought miserably, then thought about something, I wonder who unlocked the door for me... i thought they locked it.

The teacher walked up to the front of the class to begin the lesson. Matthew sighed. They had already done this lesson at his old school. He dug around in his backpack, and, after about half a minute, his hand emerged holding a sketchbook . He smiled slightly to himself. This book was his best friend, weird as it sounds. He opened to a blank page and his hands took off creating a picture that was a mystery to even himself. He slowly became absorbed in his own state of mind. In fact, he was so absorbed in his own thoughts, that he failed to notice that a single pair of eyes looked his direction. Bright red eyes...

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Gilbert Beilschmidt

Gilbert watched as the new student doodled in his sketchbook. He knew why the guy was late. Not like he cared or anything... He was too way awesome to care about that new guy. But he still had a bad feeling when Ryan, the most popular guy in the class and also the biggest asshole, and his friends walked into the classroom slightly late, saying that he had 'Helped the new guy out.' Gilbert, who had been 'the new guy' at one point, knew exactly what Ryan had done. He did it to every new kid. He beat them up, then shoved them into a closet, and sometimes, when they had put up a real fight, he would tie them up, and leave them for the janitor to find (This is what had happened to himself). Almost everyone knew what Ryan did, but even if someone said something, he wouldn't get in trouble, and the person would suddenly be taken out of the school. Gilbert sighed as he thought of how screwed up society was and was glad he had unlocked the door for that kid 'cause he was just that awesome.

During his thoughts, Gilbert had been starring at his desk, and when he glanced back at the new kid, Gilbert noticed that the sleeves had been rolled up to reveal raw marks around his wrists. I guess he was a fighter... He thought, and a strange sense of pride welled in his chest. Wait, what? Why the heck should he be proud of some random person who had put up a fight against Ryan? Anyone would fight if they were being pushed around, so why was he so freaking proud of this kid? It might be because he looked so tiny and scared. Or the fact that he looked so much like a girl... a cute girl at that. Gilbert had another 'Wait, what?' moment before he decided that he was just tired from staying up so late on the Internet. That guy online was fun to talk to.

Gilbert glanced at Ryan to see a huge, and I mean HUGE, bruise forming on his arm. What the Heck? Gilbert thought, and looked at the rest of Ryan's group. There were four of them, and they all had huge bruises on them. Gilbert started to put things together. 'That kid took on all FIVE of them and made it out alive? That's Awesome! that had to be hard, considering those were the strongest kids in their grade and Ryan was the Quarter Back of the school's football team for crying out loud! (not like its any big feat in the fifth grade but still...) Gilbert looked back at the kid, who was still drawing in his sketchbook, smiling slightly. Guess the kid can look out for himself, he thought and turned to listen to the teacher, thinking about the new kid.

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No killing the author, ok? I'm so sorry if I didn't portray the characters right! I think that Gilbert is too soft... Btw Mattie is so strong cause of hockey. Ryan is just an OC I made up at the spur of the moment 'cause I didn't want to make anyone Evil. Sorry if anything in my story upsets you, and if it does (and is not too big part of the story) tell me and I'll try and fix it :)

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