HEY GUYS! THANKS 4 THE REVIEWS! I APPRECIATE THEM SO MUCH! MY WRITING MIGHT BE A LITTLE DOWN COZ I'M CURRENTLY IN A STATE OF DEPRESSION SO YA…
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Momo and Hitsugaya both trudged through the school gates. Despite the fact that this was the country, the school wasn't much different from schools in the city. Things weren't "old fashioned" but then again, teenagers were being more stereotypical than ever these days. Toushiro looked at the girl and sighed.
'She's gonna be picked on… definitely…'
It was easy to tell that he was right. Especially when Hinamori was wearing a cropped, dark purple hoodie on a tight, black shirt with a heart on it, ripped, black skinny jeans with chains hanging off, a studded belt with a broken heart as a buckle and her usual converse chucks. The boy was wearing… stuff? Just orange cargo jeans on a black "The Foo Fighters" band t-shirt and skate shoes.
'Ukitake wouldn't be pleased if I stood back and let her get bullied…'
The teen quickly walked over to the female and stuck to her side. Momo raised an eyebrow.
"You know, just coz I-"
"Yo! Toushiro!"
The two turned around to see a group of boys making their way towards them. There were only four boys in the group. One of the boys had bright, orange hair, intimidating, brown eyes and eyebrows that were formed into a scowl. The next boy had wild, red hair that was in a ponytail, brown hair and unique-looking, black tattoos. Another boy was bald with red make up on his eyes that gave him a murderous look. The last boy resembled the first boy a lot except he had black hair, a neck choker, a 69 tattoo on his left cheek and what appeared to be several scars going down the right side of his face. The red head looked at Hinamori and looked at Hitsugaya.
"Who's the emo chick? Don't tell me you're dating a-"
'Stupid bastards…'
Before the boy could finish his sentence, Momo marched off to the room that was meant to be her homeroom called 9D. She had to do Grade 9 for the next few weeks as the grade 9ers in this school still hadn't graduated to senior school yet. She entered the classroom and quickly dodged a piece of chalk that was thrown at her head which was followed by fits of laughter.
"That would've made her less black!"
"Hey! RACISM!"
"IT'S NOT RACIST IDIOT!"
"WHO'RE YOU CALLIN' AN IDIOT!"
A fight started between two boys and others boys and a couple girls were around the wrestling two chanting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
She just rolled her eyes made her way to an empty desk in the middle of the room before she felt a hand with sharp nails grab her shoulder and jerk her backwards. Momo turned around to see a girl with mysterious hazel eyes, a warm smile and had blonde hair that was pale enough to look white that came up to her slender hips. Taking another look, the grabber also had nails that looked like they were done by a professional. AKA, an explanation of the sharp pain in Hinamori's shoulder.
"This is MY seat, bi-atch!" the girl tinkled and plonked herself into the seat with an egoist manner that completely busted her angelic image.
"Such a waste of a pretty face…" Momo mumbled beneath her breath and started to walk to another seat.
"I heard that, BITCH! And NOBODY insults Paris Packerman!"
Momo raised an eyebrow.
'Nobody insults Paris Packerman?... who describes themselves in third person and what's with the alliteration in her name?...'
"Hey baby! What's goin' on?"
A boy that was at least two inches taller than Hinamori walked over to Paris and snaked his hands around her waist. He had dirty blonde hair that stuck out everywhere, striking, evergreen eyes and a muscular build. The slut turned around to meet her boyfriend and pouted in a seductive way.
"This new girl's bullying me!"
"Well, that's not a good way to start off school, is it?"
"So we'll be seeing her at lunch!"
The boy bit his girlfriend's bottom lip and smiled.
"Exactly."
The couple both left the new rookie to stay confused and find a new seat.
'Wha?...'
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Everything was going by REALLY fast that day. Minutes felt like seconds and hours felt like minutes. Hinamori was being occupied with a lot of activity but still had no friends. Probably because of her "image".
However, despite her depressed state, the teachers still liked her for her wide range of knowledge, open mind and silence. A few of the nerds and teachers' pets envied her for this but everything was smooth that day… until the lunch bell rang…
"Ok, everyone, your homework is to work more on your dissection report and get it done up to satisfactory standards by this Wednesday. You may all leave!" the teacher called before nearly being run over by the class dashing out the door like a herd of wild elephants. Momo just stuffed her things in her bag and trudged out of the classroom with her teacher smiling at her. She smiled back before slowly closing the door behind her.
The teen then made her way to the cafeteria. She could see Toushiro and his mates at the table near the very back. Her eyebrow raised when she saw the dude with the "69" tattoo on his cheek accidentally flick an olive from a pizza into the boy's white hair and frantically searching for it.
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'Hisagi, that idiot…'
Hitsugaya sighed as he slapped his friend's hand away from his hair and took the olive out. He could see Hinamori at the cafeteria door from the corner of his eye.
'I wonder how she's doing… she doesn't look beaten up… no offence but I'm not surprised that she's got no friends yet…'
The boy was about to turn around when he saw Paris Packerman's boyfriend grab her by her arms and drag her out of the cafeteria.
'Huh?... she made friends with them?... but… they way they dragged her out of here… doesn't look too good… wasn't that Paris's bf?... SHIT!'
Toushiro quickly got out of his seat and burst out of the cafeteria, despite his buddies calling him to come back.
"DAMN!"
Momo and Paris's bitches were gone! He looked at the hallways ahead of him, on the right side of him and on the left.
'Which one, which one, which one?...'
His eyes stopped on a small, black MP3 player on the floor on the hallway ahead of him. He picked it up, turned it on and put an earphone in to have a rupture of scream music enter his ears on full volume.
"SHIT! What the crap's this?... but it sounds like music that girl would listen to…"
Toushiro shoved the device into his pocket before dashing off into the hallway.
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"LET GO OF ME!" Momo yelled but the boys didn't listen to her and kept on dragging her by her arms. They stopped in front of the PE storage room.
'Shit… this looks bad…'
SOZ… I KNOW IT'S A SHORT CHAPPY BUT I JUST HAD 2 END IT THERE… I'LL UPDATE AS SOON AS I CAN… THANK YOU!...
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