She snatched up her shoes, as she practically ran out the door, trying to balance books and toast in one hand and her school bag and shirt in the other. The bus driver gave her the queerest look when she stepped on the bright yellow bus but said nothing as she took out her ticket, collapsing onto the nearest seat. For once she was glad that her stop was the first on the route. She pulled her shirt on in silence, hastily eating the slice of toast she had before the next stop.
"Hey, are you okay, you kind of ran out of class yesterday" the raven haired boy from her art class was standing just by her seat. She looked up at him as she tied her hair in a lose pony tail
"I'm fine; I'm just not too good with strangers" she muttered, looking back to the window, trying her hardest to act like Hinata. He sat down next to Hitomi, staring at her intently
"Sasuke Uchiha" he said, holding out his hand. She stared at it as if expecting it to lash out and bite her. Hitomi turned to face the window
"Please leave me alone Uchiha-san" she whispered, going back to looking at the concrete slabs that passed as houses. Everything was drab and grey, like the colour had been leached out, she noted her frown deepening.
They were standing at the top of the stairs again, watching and waiting for her. Hitomi chained her gaze to the ground, not wanting to look at them anymore then she had to. One of them grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him. He flicked his hand up, under her books, forcing them from her grip to send them flying. One of the thicker text books hit her nose; Hitomi could feel the blood dripping from her nose.
"Oh no" He muttered, smirking "your bleeding, here let me help you" he placed his thumb under her nose wiping the blood away. He wiped his hand clean down her shirt. She did nothing, and said nothing, only moving when he had gone. Hitomi looked at her empty arms, to the crimson stain on her shirt and the books scattered across the floor.
"Hey, your nose is bleeding, are you okay?" it was the Uchiha boy again. Hitomi just ignored him, getting on her hands and knees, like a maid, to pick up her books and scattered papers. The comic she had been writing was open on the floor. The scene was a girl screaming as she has the skin whipped off her back, Sasuke picked it up, staring in disgust. Hitomi's hands started to shake; she quickly picked her books up and snatched the drawing book from his hands, fleeing the hallway.