"I don't belong here! People like me don't deserve to be here!"

Christy stared at the petite dark man, who was reading his magazine in front of the class. Wishing to get that thought out of her mouth, into words. She ended up being trapped in Detention for a full week. Having both Trish and Melina suspended for a week as well, with the slight aid of witnesses. Christy studied the room; she was the only one there, which was pretty damn stupid. It was a typical class room, the Geography room to be exact, and it was a bit chilly, as frosty air blew through the windows. The silence was slowly getting to Christy. Something then disrupted her thoughts.

"Don't you have something to do ma'am?"

"I uhh…"

"I'm not just going to let you sit around here doing zilch!" the man had yelled.

"Jeez, talk about a temper problem…."

Christy moved to her right, ruffling through her big blue bag, as she pulled out her tiny pink diary. She unlocked it with her small silver key, shuffling through the pages to where she had left off. She rummaged through her bag again, digging in for her black pen. She clicked the top, beginning to write.

Dear Diary,

I absolutely CANNOT believe where I am right now. I'm not suppose to be here! But it was all worth it anyways. I couldn't just stand there like a dumbass and watch my own friend get clobbered. I really can't bear those girls right now; somebody ought to teach them a lesson or two.

What's done is done right?

Is it actually true what John and Matt had told us? Had Trish really cheated on the both of them? How could anyone, ANY human being, do that? Has she no heart?

Christy looked up from her diary, as the man continued reading. She looked out the window, seeing how unbelievably dark it was getting. She looked at the clock, seeing she merely had five minutes left. She then went back to her diary entry.

Without Melina, Candice, Torrie and I don't really have our own defenses. Hopefully everything will work out. I'm actually … Scared….

Xo Christy Hemme

"Alright, you're free to go." The man said gently.

"Don't talk as if I'm a prisoner…"

Christy closed her diary, locking it, then stuffing it into her bag. She then picked it up, and swung it over her back. She then walked out of the room. She was now walking in the halls; it was dark, cold, and freaky. She had never thought of being in the school when it was this gloomy. She looked down, hardly even seeing her own feet. She then began walking a little quicker, which resulted in jogging.

"I've gotta get outta here!"

What felt like she had hit a wall, or probably did. Her glasses got knocked off, looking up, seeing a blurred vision of a person. She didn't want to look up into the eyes, finding it quite disrespectful.

"I-I—I'm so-Sorry!" Christy managed to say.

Her stomach was twisting and turning, she was scared, and anxious of who was in front of her. Only praying it wasn't one of, 'Them'.

"Oh no no, here, let me get that for you." The deep voice had said. Which Christy analyzed it was a man. "Where is it?"

Christy remained silent, hearing a 'CRACK' sound.

"Uh oh…" The voice had said.

"Oh no, were those my glasses?"

"Uhh, here?"

Christy saw a blurry long of a thing come towards her, as she opened up her hands, seeing clearly enough that her glasses had broke. She then brought it up to her eyes, hoping to see who this peculiar person was.

She felt her whole body freeze and her cheeks redden.