Hi! So this is the first FanFiction I have ever written, so have grace for me! Quick note: Team Flash does not come in until a few chapters later.
She walked past the rubbish littered on the half-city half-forest floor, arriving at the Forsook, one of the buildings in the area. She thought it used to be some sort of store, but there was really no way of telling for certain as there were no signs on it. The sky marked mid-afternoon, and the weather marked early fall. Entering the once-abandoned building, she took a deep breath as she gazed upon the familiar setting. The room, lit only by some stringed lights amongst the wall, held a desk in the corner, weights set in another corner, a large blue and white rug that contrasted with the concrete floor, and many a-plush, comfy beanbags.
"Hey K! Could you help me with this math work?" a voice asked. It was Elise, or as she liked to call her, E.T. THe loyal friend; brilliant, amazing, and talented, was one of 2 friends she had. The other was Marc, E.T.'s boyfriend. He was handsome, strong, and charismatic; a real charmer. She could see why Elise liked him so much.
She walked over to Elise, who was sitting at the desk, and showed her where she was going wrong. E.T. was brilliant, and almost never needed help on schoolwork. When she did, however, she wasn't afraid to ask.
"Where's Marc?" Kayla (that was her name) asked, noticing he was not around.
"I-" Perfectly on cue, he came tumbling through the door. His face was red, looking weird on his normally-tan face. He looked like he had run the whole way. Marc was fit, but it was a bit of a walk from the city, and he had said something about staying a bit later.
"Sorry," he took a deep breath, " I was showing this new kid around the school. He starts on Monday."
"Totally fine!" Elise said, walking over to hug him before realizing that he was drenched in sweat, then settling for a light kiss on the cheek.
Kayla walked over to one of the beanbags and slumped into it, picking up her notebook from the stool-like mini-table beside it before writing in it. Kayla loved music. She loved listening to it (most kinds at least), playing it, and writing it. She played the flute, trumpet, piano, and guitar.
"So, who was he?" Elise asked, looking up from her work.
Marc, who was walking over to the weights, "how could he ALREADY be exercising again!", told her his name was Lucas or Liam or something.
"Hope you're not getting any ideas about leaving me for him." He smirked. She smirked back.
She trudged out of bed and walked over to her closet, grabbing the first T-shirt and hoodie she laid eyes on. Slumping down the stairs, she came face to face with her mother.
"Carp!" She thought her mother was at work!
Her mother looked at her with disgust. "What are you wearing! Go change into something acceptable immediately!"
She ran back upstairs and quickly tried to find something suitable. Wondering why her mom was even home (it was Sunday morning, after all, her mother was supposed to come home that night!), Kayla checked her phone and quickly had a double-take.
"MONDAY, Oct. 19" It read.
"But that's tomorrow!" she exclaimed. After checking to make sure it was indeed Monday (which still baffled her) she got dressed into her school clothes and headed back downstairs.
Her mother, already grabbing her suitcase, nodded at her new look. "Much better!" she said, and without another word, walked out the door. Kayla wouldn't see her for another week. Her mother wasn't a bad mother, she just didn't really understand anyone that wasn't exactly like her. Sadly, this just so happened to include Kayla herself.
School, unlike The Forsook, took just a mere 5 minutes at a walking pace. Arriving, she grabbed her backpack from in between a bush and a tree and replaced it with the one she had on.
"Hey, do you know what happened yesterday? I can't remember a thing!" she whispered to Elise as they took their seats.
"Yeh, we were hanging out and challenged each other to climb the highest on that tree near the abandoned dollar store. I went first, then Marc, but we must have weakened it because as you were climbing up it snapped! We didn't really know what to do so Marc just carried you home. You alright by the way?"
Kayla was about to respond when she was interrupted by, the teacher. "Class. Class!" The second remark pulled everyone's attention to her now-stern face, a fake smile spreading across it as a boy entered the room. "Good morning everyone, I would like you all to meet Luke." She rested her hands on the boy's shoulders. He was skinny, with grey eyes and brown hair styled in a textured undercut, his pale skin making him look solemn and lonely.
"Now, Luke is new here so I want you all to treat him with respect." She turned to Luke, "Just sit at an empty desk."
Three pairs of eyes gleamed as the new kid walked across the room nervously. William, Jack, and Leo were a set of almost-too-cliche bullies, making fun of everyone and always pushing people around. Newbies were their favourite, seeing as they had no idea who anyone was and almost never had friends to back them up.
Luke sat down next to Kayla, looking at her before quickly looking away and trying to hide his embarrassment. She blushed and did the same.
The class had ended and they had a 20-minute break before the next one, so she decided to get some homework done. She went downstairs to the basement. Practically no one other than herself came down here anymore, so she pretty much had the place to herself. She walked down the hallway and was about to enter one of the rooms when she heard some commotion. She moved closer to see what it was all about.
"You worthless, pathetic loser!" She heard a thunk. "You don't belong here!"
"Stop, please!" she heard a voice cry out. "Please, I beg of you! I haven't done anything wrong!"
"Your existence is crime enough," he replied. She heard more thunks.
That was it, she couldn't just stand around while some poor kid was getting beaten up by William and his goons. She walked into the room and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. She glared at them, blood boiling, and said one simple word, "STOP." The boys looked fearful, way more so than she would have expected. They looked at each other and silently nodded, then ran off, muttering frantically about red eyes or something like that.
She bent down and helped the boy up. It was Luke, the same boy from earlier. "Th-thank you," he said, obviously still a little scared. "I couldn't make them stop! They just kept hitting me. I didn't know what to do!"
"Well," she replied, "You first mistake was probably asking them to stop," she said, smirking, as they walked back to class, neither of them wanting to stay in the basement any longer.