A thirteen year old girl with pitch black hair pulled back in a low ponytail leaving the main office of high school. Looking down at the office map to find room 213 and the quickest way to the room with minimal interactions with the other students. Walking fast towards the stairways that she believed would take her to the math room fastest. Once reaching the second floor, she found that on one side was packed with popular seniors. The closest girl turned and poked to her, the other girls broke off from the group and turned on the young girl. As she tried to turn back around the girl that was closest to her, pushed and laughed as she fell with all her books flying from her arms and her maroon bag spilling open beside her.
The small group of girls returned to their larger group, leaving the young girl to try and pick up her books before the bell rung. A senior boy with shaggy dark dirty blonde hair kneelt down and picked up a book to hand it back "Hey, do you need some help?"
She looks up and stammers "Ah, umm yes... Thank you I must have tripped walking down those steps looking for the school map…"
"What classroom are you looking for? I'm Ethan by the way" asks the young man, Ethan with a smile.
The girl looking down at her books, mumbles "I'm Isabella and I'm looking for room 213."
"Hey that works out perfect, that's right next to mine. I'll walk you there to make sure no one else tries anything else" replies Ethan offering the book to her.
Isabella shyly smiling as they walk to the classrooms. Upon arriving, Ethan offers "Hey if you want, I can walk you to your next class once this hour is up."
"Thank you, but I'll actually be in here till lunch… It's advance math and science…" rebuttals Isabella tucking in her books and walking into the room.
Ethan sighing and softly offering "Well maybe I'll catch ya later then…"
As lunch arrived, Ethan sat with his friends when he spots Isabella at a table alone. Getting up and walking over, Ethan coughs to call attention to himself. Shyly looking up Isabella squeaks "Ethan! What are you doing here?"
"Well it's my lunch time too" coolly replies Ethan.
Isabella rolling her eyes and asks "I mean why are you here by me?"
"Well, I noticed you were alone and well I felt kind of bad, I mean you're new here right?" asks Ethan glancing back at his table.
Moving one of the book stacks to make room for him to sit down, Isabella explains "Oh, umm yeah…My parents moved me into this school, since my grandfather build the first complex super computer by a person here. And my grandmother works here so it's better when mom and dad are out of town."
"They travel a lot?" he asks taking the seat.
Nodding, Isabella mumbles "they are well-renowned scientists."
"Oh, so what class are you going to next? Maybe I can walk ya to it, to keep the rest of the class off your back, I kind of saw that the cheerleaders did to you back there" confesses Ethan.
Isabella blushing and looking down. Ethan smirking and offering a hand. Isabella looking at the offered hand, gently taking it and whispering "You know I'm very young."
"I guessed, you look much too young to be in high school" explains Ethan with a gentle smile.
Looking up, Isabella offers "I'm 14 years old and I'm actually taking senior classes. I was a senior in my old high school, but mother seems to think that coming here where my grandfather worked on a super computer. I figured if I could strike a deal up with the local college that if I get it up and running with a working program that would give me a skip ahead"
"Sounds like you know what you're doing. I'll let you get back to studying, just ask if you need anything" suggests Ethan.
Nodding with a blush, Isabella mumbles "Thank you and if you need someone to help you study…"
Smirking Ethan nods before heading back to his friends. One of the guys closest points back to Isabella, asking "You know the nerd?"
"She isn't a nerd dude, she's new. I'm just trying to be nice" explains Ethan, pushing the guy. The guy shoving him back, starting a small fight between the team. Isabella looking over with a disgusted face, packing up her books and laptop before informing the lunch ladies of the fight before heading to library to spend time with her grandmother. The lunch ladies dragging up five of the football players up after the bell, all the boys stood there with their heads down.
One of the lunch ladies calling out "Mrs. Johnson, these young men will be joining you after school today. They thought it would be fun to start a food fight"
"Thank you for that ladies, boys put your names down and I expect you to be here right after the bell. And I will inform your coach that you will be missing practice today because you will be in detention. Mr. Masters, I never thought you would be here, I am disappointed in you" says the librarian, Mrs. Johnson.
Isabella poking her head out of the small back room beside the main door where the group stood, asking "Grandma, I can't seem to get the table to move. Is there a way o move it by myself?"
"I can help ya later, Is" offers Ethan "I mean We all got to be here, might as well be of use to someone."
Mrs. Johnson agreeing "Yes that would be very good. Mr. Masters you will assist my granddaughter after school with her project, now off to class with all of you."
Isabella rolling her eyes as four of the five football players leave with the lunch ladies, leaving Ethan standing there giving her a goofy grin. Mrs. Johnson looking between the two, nods to Isabella that she would be okay handling everything alone. Isabella ducking back into the little side room to gather her bag, Ethan following her and leans against the door-frame.
"Hey, want me to walk you to your next class?" offers Ethan.
Isabella looking over at him with a smile "Thank you that would be nice, its room 305."
"Hey that's my class, looks like this keeps working out for us. Come on, let's get going don't want to get into too much trouble" laughs Ethan and he leads the way up the stairs to the third floor where the second classroom was the one they wanted.
Ethan moving to take his place behind the girl that had pushed Isabella earlier. Isabella looking down at the ground as the teacher rounded the corner and spotted her asking "You must me Miss Johnson, our new transfer student."
"Yes ma'am, I'm Isabella Johnson" mutters Isabella, still looking at the ground. Some of the other students began to mumble amongst themselves as the teacher asks "Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself, dear? Like what do you like to do, what kind of hobbies do you have?"
Barely looking up, Isabella sighs and answers "I was born and raised in Salem, my parents are a world renowned scientist and a world renowned computer software designer. I like to create computer programs and read in my free time, my grandfather build the first super complex computer in this school. Am here to finish what he started."
"That's very nice Isabella, why don't you go sit beside Ryan. Ryan can you wave your hand?" asks the teacher pointing to a red head male by the door.
Isabella scrambling to the open seat, sitting down and pulling out a notebook as the teacher turns and begins writing on the board different words and explaining how to use them.