Kyla Fali sat alone in a room of twenty-three students. She hummed quietly to herself as she observed her classmates of the past eleven years. Carla Antony giggling insanely as her curly bottle blonde hair bounced extenuating her fake blue eyes. While Stephen Coplin said overly sexual things to anyone who walked close enough to hear, Derik Benet checked his popped collar in the mirror of his latest girlfriend. Kyla’s only friend sat in the back corner of their homeroom with her worst enemy. They referred to the rest of the grade as the PCS, Popped Collar Society……

Kyla glanced down at her black, vinyl, pleated miniskirt and neon blue tights with black fishnets over them. Her leather combat boots came to her knees and were the perfect compliment to her army print (self –made) t-shirt stating: “Shards they cut into your, Blisters rose colored hue.” Her shoulder length, black, auburn, and maroon hair was pulled into high pigtails. The smudgy, thick black eyeliner was the only thing marring the almost creepy, perfect symmetry of her chocolate complexion and face. She definitely did not belong here.

“KYLA!” a scream came from across the hall. It was Jesse, a five-foot-tall fifteen-year-old boy who was held back in second grade, also known as Kyla’s best friend.

“Hey Jesse,” Kyla smiled in a considerably more sedated fashion. She had only two more periods before lunch and one was her only class without Jesse.

“Kyla, Kyla, Kyla,” Jesse’s psychotic little chant broke her thoughts as it always did when she zoned out.

“Yea?” Kyla responded as she bent down to pick up her book bag. SMACK! Jesse hand connected full force with Kyla’s ass. SMACK! And as if by automatic reaction, Kyla’s hand connected with the side of Jesse’s face.

“ow shit! ! ! !” Jesse whimpered and Kyla smiled sweetly. His usually chalk pale face had a bright red hand print on it.

At the moment, Mrs. Halten, the English teacher, walked in. Kyla quickly sat down.

“Kyla, they would like to see you at the office,” stated Mrs. Halten smiling weakly. She was the only teacher here who liked Kyla.

“ok,” Kyla grumbled worriedly as she walked out of the room followed by whispers of ‘What did that freak do now?’ and ‘she’s a complete psycho haven’t you heard?!”