A loud beeping sound filled the dark room, causing a slight stirring from under the blankets piled on the bed due to the cold temperature the room is constantly at. A few of the blankets fell back, revealing a head adorned with shockingly white hair. After a few small movements were made, one of which consisted of a small pale hand leaving the safety of the blankets and pressing a button on the beeping alarm clock, the figure fell still once more. Silence filled the room once more and the figures breathing started to deepen once more. However, a small shape leaped nimbly onto the bed and padded until the kitten was sitting on top of the pillow. It reached inside the cocoon of blankets and gently prodded a cheek until the figure's lashed lifted, revealing brilliant blue eyes, one of which was without sight. The girl sighed softly, knowing her kitten was right. She needed to get up. There were things to be done before school. Even if her family was at the stage where they ignored her they were not afraid to administer punishment should she fail to complete her tasks.

Yawning, she wiggled out from under the warm blankets regretfully; shivering as her feet meet the cold tile floor. She stretched her arms over her head and regarded herself in the mirror across from her bed. Snow white hair fell in sheets past her waist, blending in with her pale skin and making her aquamarine eyes stand out in stark contrast. People were always shocked at her hair color and thought she colored it, not believing her when she tried to explain that it was natural. Eventually she stopped and let them think what they will. She glanced at her clock and sighed, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Four O'clock was way too early to wake up but if she wanted to complete all of her morning chores and still get to school on time she needed to have enough time.

Another sigh escaped her as she padded to the bathroom and turned on the water, picking out her outfit for the day while she waited for the water to warm up. It was still relatively hot outside seeing as it was still August but if she didn't want people asking questions about the various bruises and scars on her arms and legs(if they even noticed her that is) then she was forced to wear clothes that didn't show that much skin. She picked out a black skirt that fell to her knees, her brown knee-high boots and a long-sleeved shirt that was purple in color. The water having warmed up by now, she jumped in and quickly washed her hair and body. Once she had gotten out she dressed in a t-shirt and shorts to do her chores in and went down to the kitchen, looking at the list pinned to the fridge. She sighed as her eyes trailed down the obscene amount of chores for her to do and got to work.

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When she finally finished it was 6 O'clock and time for her to get dressed and begin her walk to school. She put her cleaning supplies away and got dressed, grabbed her messenger bag then began the walk to school.

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She managed to make it to school on time, letting out a sigh of relief. She stared up at the red-brick building with a feeling of tiredness. if she survived this year then she only had two more before she was able to leave this place. She rubbed at her eyes tiredly before beginning the trek up the steps. Teenagers were grouped here and there, some of them falling silent as she passed by them. Some of them began whispering about her weirdness and how easy prey she was if they wanted to mess with her.

She ignored them as best as she could, continuing forward steadily. It was them that her daily tormentors swooped in. Seeing as she was blind on her left side, they used that to advantage and so she was unprepared when she was pushed unexpectedly. A yelp escaped her as she went tumbling, bag spilling to the ground beside her. Her glasses fell off and she groped around for a few moments, thankful when her fingers closed over the frames and placed them back on her face.

Her cheeks burned as she scrambled to gather her belongings as the two boys laughed at her embarrassment. "What's this?" One of them sneered, snatching up her sketchpad before she could grab it. He began flipping through the pages, ignoring how she scrambled to her feet and tried to take it from him. "Who's this? Your imaginary boyfriend?" He asked, showing her a drawing. Her cheeks colored further at the sight of the drawing. He stood tall with raven colored locks and golden eyes, one eye covered by an eyepatch. She remained silent. They didn't need to know that she had been dreaming about this boy for the past few months and she hoped that the bully didn't flip any further otherwise he would see more drawings of the dream-guy.

The bully sneered when he didn't get a response and tossed her back the pad just in time for the bell to ring, signaling the start of class. The two boys had fun kicking her stuff away before racing for class. Estelle pushed back tears from her eyes. She didn't cry anymore, not since her mother had left her when she was small. She managed to gathering up all her stuff and hurried to class, the sketchpad clenched to her chest protectively.

"Will Estelle Forrester, Ricky Thompson, Adelisa Davis, Roman Vicius, Ryan Jones, and Janos Kalpa please all come to principal's office."

Just great. Estelle had arrived to her first period late and got scolded in front of everyone by the teacher and now she was being called to the principal's office. "Looks like the freak is in trouble!" Someone jeered from the back, causing laughter to erupt from the class. The teacher said nothing, the man too busy checking his email on the computer to notice. Cheeks flaming, Estelle gathered her things and rose to her feet. She began picking her to the front, not noticing a boy sticking his foot out into the aisle before it was too late. A squeak escaped her as she tripped over his foot and went tumbling to the ground, bruising her knees and almost losing her glasses in the process, the class laughing harder. She was lucky she didn't though because knowing the boy that tripped her, he would probably step on them on purpose.

The teacher glanced up from his computer and looked at her with a blank expression. "Miss Forrester, if you are quite done being a klutz will you please just go to the principal's office?" Cheeks now a bright red, she scrambled to pick up her belongings and scurry to the door with her head bowed. Her shoulders slumped once she was in the safety of the hallway, leaning against the lockers as she stubbornly pushed back the tears wanting to escape. She idely glanced down at her knees, pulling up her skirt slightly. Yep. Definitely bruised. Thankfully her skirt was long enough that it just barely covered her knees, which in turn barely covered up the bruises.

She sighed and dropped her skirt, turning and heading for the main office. She soon arrived and blinked in surprise to see Dela and Ryan already there, Ryan looking she had been in a fight. Again. Estelle shyly waved at her two friends, inching over to them. When all the called students arrived the principal would then show up, looking at the six teens. "Thank you for all joining me. Ryan, we'll talk later so don't move. Anyway, girls, I would like to introduce you to our three new students. Ricky Thompson, Roman Vicius, Janos Kalpa" The man said, gesturing to each boy as he said their name. "Boy's, meet Estelle Forrester, Adelisa Davis and Ryan Jones." Each girl was pointed out before the principal regarded them all.

"You are probably wondering why I have you called you here. Well, its simple. Seeing as the boy's here are new, they will be in need of some help adjusting to a new school. That is where you girls come in. For one week, each of you will pair up with one of the gentlemen and show him around and help him get settled. This is not optional and I feel it may affect you moving up to the next grade at the end of the year if you chose not to participate. That goes for all of you. As such, the pairings are made with age difference in mind so you will be paired by grade to help make things easier. The pairings are as follows:

Estelle and Ricky, Adelisa and Rowan, and Ryan and Janos. That is all. You may go back to class. Except you Ryan. Why don't you come to my office. Janos, you may wait here while Miss Jones and I have a little chat."

With that the principal retreated to his office, leaving the six teens to their thoughts about this new development. Estelle stared into space in shock, not really seeing anything as her thoughts whirled around and around. Why in the world did the principal pick her of all people? She was just the shy girl that hardly ever talked and kept her head down. She hadn't even know the principal knew she had existed. But why her? She took a deep breath, hoping this boy wasn't like the other boys that liked to pick on her. She had kept her eyes lowered the entire time the man was speaking and so didn't even know what her new partner looked like. She lifted her head and received a jolt of shock.

Wide aquamarine eyes stared at the boy across from her, unable to believe what she was seeing. A sense of deja vu hit her next and she racked her brain as she tried to think of where she had seen this boy before. Wait, that was it! Her sketchpad! She had been drawing this boy for the past few months. But...that didn't make sense. He was just a boy in her dreams, how could he be real? She briefly wondered if it was just a coincidence but it was a big one if that were the case. The eyes, height, hair color, everything was the exact same.

It then dawned on her that she had been gaping at Ricky like a fool and blushed bright red, eyes dropping to the floor as she shifted on her feet awkwardly. Oh dear what should she do now?