A/N. I'm writing a new story because, I had lost inspiration on my other story a balance between love and love. I know you guys really love that story. I will continue it at some point. But, I had this idea stuck in my head and hope you share it with you all.


Jane Rizzoli was a new student at her high school. Her parents had to move because they couldn't afford there home anymore. So, now they live in a poor neighborhood in the suburbs part of Boston. She goes to the public schools with her brother Frankie. Tommy was young and was in middle school starting the 8th grade. Jane was in the 11 and Frankie was a freshmen. She felt weird starting in a new school half of her junior year. She didn't know anyone and was feeling like she doesn't belong there. She went to her first class. She looked around the big classroom and founded some of the students already there. They looked up as soon as she walked into the door. She stood scared not knowing what to do or even say. A black kid walked past her and shoved her by accident. Her books felled to the floor as she sighed. The black kid stops and frowned.


"I'm so sorry, here let me help you." He bent down and helped picked up her books. She smiled as he put them back in her arms. He gave her a goofy grin.

"Name is Frost."

"J...Jane."

She said as softly as she could. She didn't know why this kid was talking to her. She quickly shuffled away to an empty seat near the back to the window. She wanted to be alone and away from the others. They just looked at her. When the bell rung, they turned quickly around as she saw the most gorgeous thing she ever laid her chocolate brown eyes on. She was walking in as if she was on a pairs fashion show. She had these golden locks on her hair and a beautiful smile. She had the perfect eyes in her opinion. She felled in love with her and was regretting it, She sighed to herself. She was stupid to even think this teacher would even talk to her. She was poor for fucks sakes. She looked down quickly trying not to make a scene. The blonde woman though, noted a new face in her class and was thrilled. She smiled warmly at the new kind. She slowly walked over to the new girl trying not to scare her. Gently as she could, she laid her soft hand on Jane's rough shoulder. Jane tensed and jumped a bit and looked up at the teacher. She blushed embarrassed by her action and quickly looked away scared to even be in the same classroom. The teacher smiled gently and sat next to the scared child. She didn't mean to hurt her. She gently stroked the back of Jane's hand that had a scar on it. She wondered what happened but didn't ask the child. Jane looked over a bit and smiled a bit. Maura Isles smiled warmly at Jane o show no harm to her.

"Hi, I'm your teacher Ms. Isles. What's your name sweetie?"

Jane couldn't believe it. This teacher was talking to her as the class was looking at them and then they where laughing at Jane.

"J...Jane. Jane Rizzoli."

She mumbled and buried her head into her arms. She didn't want to be here. She wished Ms. Isles would just go away and leave her be. She let out a soft sob. The class just laughed. Well, everyone but Frost. He was concerned for her. Maura was now angry with her class for laughing at this poor child. She gently rubbed her back to try and sooth this crying child.

"I'm very disanointed in all of you. How could you laugh at her? She's only new. My god, people, you where all new at one time, leave this poor child alone."


She snapped at them. They all shut up the moment they heard there teacher snapped at them. They slowly turned there heads away and started on the assignments they where assigned yesterday. Maura smiled and gently stroked the black curly hair on Jane's head. Jane's sobs slowly dismissed as she slowly looked up at the teacher with her red puffy eyes.

"I. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"Hey, it's okay sweetie. No need to be sorry. You're new. I expected it to happen. These kids know better than to laugh in my class. I'm sure we both will get along just fine."

Maura smiled and giggled when Jane made her famous goofy grin. Maura smiled and hugs the poor student tightly/ Jane returned the hug feeling the warmth her teacher gave.

"Call me Maura." Ms. Isles whispered into Jane's hair. Jane nodded. She was going to like this school a lot now.


A/N – Tell me how you like this story.