Ginger and Bridgette sat there and just gave one another looks. They knew each and every look they could give someone. An advantage to being so close. They watched as Mr. Wayne walked in the door.

"Hello class. I have just informed your teachers, and you will be in here until 6th or 7th period." Some groaned, and some cheered. On the upside, they would miss most of their classes but make it to Gym, which is their 8th period. The last class of the day. On the downside, however, they had to sit there and watch everyone else's videos.

"Now this doesn't usually happen, but with the size of this class, and since we went the Video route instead of doing slideshows, this will take all day." Mr. Wayne was also the guidance counselor, so he got his way a lot of the time. We sat there, and after the second presentation, both girls found themselves daydreaming again.

"I am not ugly!" Ginger screamed at Trina as she laughed and giggled with the other kids.

"You are the ugliest girl I have ever seen!" Ginger felt her anger rise.

A growl escaped her lips and she tackled Trina. She couldn't even think while punching the little girl. The other kids tried to pull her off, but had hardly any luck. When Ginger finally stopped, she got up, and wiped the smeared blood on her face off.

"That's right, fizt-freak! Turn away!" Trina spit out.

Ginger, screamed as loud as she could when she ran up to Trina and grabbed her hair. Ginger pushed Trina's face into the ground. She wouldn't stop, couldn't stop. She may only be five, but she had muscle in her little arms. Ginger brought Trina's head up to whisper in her ear.

"You are the ugly one now." But as soon as she had finished her statement, Trina's face was back into the ground. When a teacher finally rushed over to stop the battle, Ginger was pulled off of Trina. She looked at her classmate as the teacher comforted her. She had dirt and blood mixed together all over her face. She was still spitting out dirt as she was directed to the nurses office. And I was escorted to the principal's office.

Bridgette was at home playing with building blocks when the phone rang. Pamela picked the phone up.

"Hello? Yes this is she. Ginger? Yes. She did what! I'll be right there." Pamela hung up the phone and rushed upstairs to change.

"What's wrong with sissy?" When there was no answer, Bridgette grew impatient.

"Mommy? What happened to Ginger?"

"Your sister is in big trouble."

Of course Ginger was in trouble, and of course she got kicked out of school for the rest of the year. When school started up again the next year, Ginger and Bridgette were in the same class. Ginger may not have had the same teacher, but everyone remembered her. At first everyone was scared of her, but as the year went on, and new students replaced the old ones that knew what happened, she was harassed. Bridgette was always there for her, and the harassment had gotten so bad, that Ginger threatened to kill herself in a screaming fight against her Pamela.

"Ginger, I just don't get why you can't go over to a friend's house every once and a while. Or even bring a friend over here. Like a slumber party."

"Oh so you are trying to get rid of me too? Don't you get it? I don't have any friends!" Ginger yelled at her.

"Of course not, but you are 11 years old, it is not normal for you to not have friends."

"I don't want friends! I only need one friend, and that's Bridgette!"

"Well Bridgette is your sister, she is family. I mean people you don't live with. Someone else you interact with outside of this house."

"What part of 'I DO NOT WANT FRIENDS' do you not get?" Ginger looked at her Pamela's shocked face.

"Now you will not talk to me like that. I am your mother and…"

"YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER! You never will be! You don't get it! Bridgette is my family, you are not my mother! I hate you!" Ginger screamed as loud as she could.

Bridgette just sat in the basement where they shared a room. She started crying, she hated hearing Ginger's fits. That was the last day Ginger called Pamela 'mom' from then on, it always her name. it was hard for Bridgette to adjust to not saying mom, but with years of practice, the word was removed from their vocabulary.

"Bridgette, Ginger. You are the last group." Mr. Wayne said.