~*~Flashback~*~

"Yeah, run home to your mommy you WIMP!" I heard them yell. I ran down the sidewalk, not even waiting for my older brother to come and comfort me. Tears flowed down my face silently as I held my books to my chest and ran. I didn't like it when people mock me for being so much of a wimp. I was only a 7 year old girl, and my mom had died a year ago. I still couldn't get why I was still so sensitive. In the movies and video games that I have seen, they always get tougher, not weaker. I ran in confusion and fear and hurt, wanting to get to the safe zone…Home.

~*~flashback end~*~

Gaz POV

It had been 9 years since I was the baby of second grade. My hair fell and rested softly on my shoulders as I walked down the halls to my locker. I pushed past all of the brain-dead monkeys that were taking up all of the space. They paid no mind to the purple-haired girl who was running away slowly from her brother, letting him get engulfed by the waves of people closing in on him. "Don't even look back." I told myself. I got a flash of something and the sound of the crowded hallway faded into nothingness. I looked around me and saw blood on the ground. I looked at myself and saw that the blood was coming from…me… I looked at what I was wearing. A plain white dress that was blood-stained, ripped, and muddy. The one gold trim was now red, and the white was brown with patches of blood dried onto it. Even though I could see the cut on my arm that needed stitches, I felt no pain. And then, just as suddenly as I went into another dimension, I was back in the halls of my school once again, maneuvering my way through the ocean of stupidity once more.