Having finished pulling off her shirt and thrown it in the bushes next to her, Mia looked around again, securing the area. What met her steel grey eyes were not car headlights, nor were they reflecting signs, they were four, very real, human eyes.

Upon coming to school that morning, 11-year-old Mianala found that she had dressed a little too quickly that morning and had forgotten her upper undergarments in the rush. Not that she needed them very much, but she did have the second most developed 11- year-old chest in Kinston junior high. Luckily, her Family and Consumer Science teacher always kept a few student extras around. Quickly, before anyone of importance strode through the school doors, Mia grabbed one from her teachers closet and dashed back outside again.

Knowing the rules the rules of Kinston high also included knowing the natural, student-to-student rules. Usually, upon entering the building, the majority of the female population flood the bathrooms and changing rooms, determined to get their makeup and their hair done. Since school started so early they had only enough time to get dressed and eat, before the bus would come. Then they would finish at school, before the bell rang and school started. Mia was one of the few girls who refrained from this ritual, and stayed far away form the morning makeup brigade.

So, knowing that no stall would be free and no enclosed area left un- touched, Mia had no choice but to chance it and change in the bushes. She'd done it before, but usually it was just a ripped shirt or something that she hadn't noticed. And besides, no one would be outside of school this early anyways; it was almost 2 minutes to class starting. But Mia hadn't counted on the delinquents.

And now she found herself face-to-drooling, staring faces, with the infamous Tyler Fillmore and his sleazy toady Greg Fobs. Without a shirt on, half-naked.

Without hesitation she grabbed her hanging shirt from a nearby tree and wrapped it around her bare chest. More to snap the boys out of their gazes than to defend herself, Mia slapped them both harshly across the face.

Greg flinched and rubbed his cheek and backed up, but Tyler merely blinked. A sly smile crept across his mouth as his blue eyes continued to roam their way up and down her body. She grimaced in disgust and trod hard on his toes with her heel.

"Steel toed," He replied casually, lifting up a shining foot to show her his new wares.

Mia's spirits sunk at his casual air, but she kept her face neutral. She had an idea of what most boys with his lengthy record would do in this situation, and her extremely visual imagination didn't help at all. A wicked grin grew on his face and stuck there like some sort of slimy refuse. His today glanced around, unsure of his master's notions, stupid as he was. Nearly painstakingly stupid.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?" Hissed Tyler, leaning in closer. At this remark she felt a new searing rage course through her soul, lighting her eyes up like wildfire. Tyler reached for me and clamped his hands on my arms, suddenly howling in pain. Large green welts were appearing all over his body, in strange word-like patterns. One on his face read, "Arse-hole" very clearly.

Mia felt her anger cease and her face pale. She backed away, shoving on her bra and shirt.

So Mia fled, hearing their cries of pain echoing in her skull all three blocks to her house. The letter from Hogwarts arrived the next day; she was overjoyed, and her father nearly had a heart attack.