It was the scholastic, interior rendition of winter. Papers seemed to descend from the mottled ceiling as they gracefully floated throughout the constricted, vacant hall. One by one they cautiously landed on the school's tiled floor until the last landed on the victim of the scene, Kimberly Baker, who was sprawled in pain and disoriented.

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Bursting through La Push High's entrance, Kim sprinted as swiftly as her miniature stubs could take her. Her soaked cupcake inspired Chucks squeaked noisily, announcing her arrival over the tardy bell. That tardy bell informed the rowdy students who were not already in class to march their way to detention. That same tardy bell was the main focus of many of Kim's nightmares. Kim was never the one to be on time, try as she might. But today being tardy meant that she would be expelled for an entire school week. Her mother would kill her, if not so, the shame she'd bring her father would. She's a dramatic one, I know.

So off went Kim, flying, ready to beg her English teacher Mr. Williams to let her in just this once or at least let her turn in her paper that was due to him right this instant. Juggling her binder, textbooks, and final paper for his class, she continued to run through the seemingly endless hallways when out of nowhere…

SPLAT!

Or better yet,

BOOM!

It is whichever you prefer.

Our dear Kimberly had run into a door that was forcefully opened, sending everything that was held in her feeble arms everywhere and her petite frame crashing to the floor a couple of feet away. Overwhelmingly shocked and in a daze Kim honestly didn't have the slightest clue of what had just occurred. She gazed up mindlessly at pages that floated above her until one landed right on her face. That is when reality hit her. She had just run into a door, forehead first. How embarrassing is that? As she thought of it, a pain sprang from her ankle joining forces with the throbbing that overtook her entire forehead. A moan escaped her as she slowly sat up, squeezing her eyes shut as she wished the pain away.

"IT'S A FUCKING RED DOOR! HOW DID YOU NOT SEE IT?"

Leah Clearwater stood by the door hyperventilating as her eyes bore daggers at the stupefied Kim. No she was not mad at her at all. She actually felt sorry that it had occurred, more so that she had caused it, but she needed to vent and the girl sitting on the floor seemed like a perfect target.

"What is this ruckus Ms. Clearwater? I told you to report to the principal's office immediately."

"Fuck Off!"

Now, now. You must know this is very unlike our Leah. She was provoked you see. Someone had found her biggest weakness, the cause of her greatest heartbreak, and repeatedly poked at it until she had had enough. Suzie Moran, better known to Leah as 'Suzie Moron' [add mature points here], had never liked Leah though she never had a valid reason. So when she found out about the soap opera goodness that was Leah and Samuel's separation she took the opportunity by the horns. Day after day, snide comments escaped her over-glossed lips until today Leah snapped. Had it not been for their teacher who struggled to release Leah's grip on Suzie's bleach blonde hair Suzie's face would've probably still been making its acquaintance with her desk, repeatedly.

So, where were we?

Oh, yes. Cue teacher.

"Leah, you have assaulted two students in one day. What has gotten into you? You will pick up this mess and help this student to the nurse's office at once and then report to the principal."

With that, Leah's teacher, Mr. Ran re-entered his classroom, closing his door, and attempted to teach his class as though nothing had happened. It was hard since the event coated the air thickly, mixing with the scent of Suzie's bloody nose. Suzie, who refused to go to the nurse because she was scared to be in a hallway alone with Leah, sat there avoiding the looks and giggles her classmates dished out.

Anger consumed Leah as she replayed the events in her mind. Her actions were justifiable. Suzie got what she deserved. They say sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you. They were wrong. Words had caused Suzie a bloody, hopefully broken, nose and Leah a re-opened emotional wound. Sighing, Leah placed her book bag on the floor and started to gather the plethora of papers that were on the floor. She noticed the girl's name on the paper. Kimberly Baker. It sounded like a Martha Stewart. Well we all can't be Leah Clearwater's can we? When finished piling everything she looked up to see the girl sprawled out on the floor again with her eyes closed.

"Get up. I need to take you to the nurse's office so I can leave this shit hole."

The only response she received was a groan.

"Come on pip squeak."

Still not getting the desired response, Leah pulled the girl up to her feet by her arms, steadying her with a firm grip of her waist when she began to wobble. She still had two book bags and a shit load of books and papers to carry too. She sighed once more.

"Look, just stand up straight. Can you at least do that?"

That elicited yet another groan. Leah was starting to think the English language was foreign to this girl. She let go of her and as she expected Kim lost her balance. Sitting Kim down on the floor, Leah grabbed all of their items and crammed them into her locker. She went back to the damsel in distress and escorted her to the nurse's office.

Hours and class periods passed until Kim finally came to from her 'nap'. Opening her eyes she instantaneously saw Leah sitting across the room wither legs crossed reading a magazine. The sight of her caused the pain to pulsate through her as she remembered the cause of her being where she was.

"It's about time. Get up. Let's go."

Confusion glazed Kim's features as Leah waited for her to comply.

"Let us go. The nurse said I had to take you home once you came to. I don't have all day."

Getting up from her seat, Leah approached Kim. Standing in front of her, she placed a hand on either side of her waist and helped her down from the makeshift bed. Kim was baffled at the height difference between them when she looked up at Leah. Standing at 5'10", Leah was ten inches taller, might as well say a foot, than Kim who stood at 5'0".

"Can you walk on your own mini-me?"

Her awed features now turned into a glared as she attempted to walk away from Leah but only succeeded in almost making kissy faces with the floor. She would have if not for Leah's forearm located firmly just below her breasts.

"Uh, thanks," Kim said as she looked up to see a smirk on Leah's face.

"What no groan?"

"Huh?"

Leah took that as their cue to leave. With a firm grip of Kim's waist to stabilize her, she exited the building she called her demise and headed towards the parking lot that held her pride and joy. It was a red 1972 Yamaha RD350 that was once her father's. She loved it to death.

"Listen. I go fast so hold on tight. I didn't bring a helmet with me so…yeah," Leah finished as she hopped on her toy and started it up, enjoying the roar of the engine. She looked over her shoulder expectantly at Kim who in turn stood their frozen with yet another baffled look on her face. Leah had come to the conclusion that that was the girl's only facial expression.

"Are you hopping on or what? It's another four hours 'til school ends."

Kim analyzed her options. She could go home on the back of a motorcycle of the bossy psycho that slapped her with a door or she could stay on school grounds and actually go to class. For some reason she chose the former option. As soon as she hopped on her grip on Leah tightened as a squeal escaped her lips due to Leah's abruptness in taking off. Kim yelled directions over the roar of the engine and the whipping of the wind. She made sure to enjoy the experience of her first motorcycle ride but in the end couldn't handle the speed in which they were going. She buried her face into the center of Leah's back, her grip on Leah's torso as strong as could be as she counted her breaths.

Leah laughed as she noticed Kim's state when she arrived at the Baker's residence. Kim had her face buried in the fine clothe that was her t-shirt with a death grip on her torso as she took measured breaths.

"We're here. I take it you didn't like the speed."

Leah laughed once again as Kim cautiously climbed off of the bike, giving her a dirty look.

"Before I go I want to apologize. I didn't mean to hit you with the door. I was kind of already in a bad mood and took it out on you."

For the first time in hours Leah finally got to hear more than two words from this mysterious girl.

"It's okay. It was kind of my fault as well. I guess there's a reason why they don't want us running in the halls. It's a good thing I didn't have scissors with me huh?"

What Kim acquired was an anomalous look from Leah. It was a mixture of looks. Most unidentifiable but there was one that she knew. Leah must have been deep in thought as she kept her gaze on Kim. Then, realizing her random pause she gave Kim a curt nod and sped off, her hair dancing in the wind.