[center] This was just great, of course this had to happen to Elisabeth. That's what her life was, a bunch of problems. Or it seemed like that anyways. And now all her papers had fallen on the ground and flying everywhere landing every which way. A sigh of frustration could be heard from her pale lips. They were pale from the lack of water, she is surprised that she hasn't been admited to the hospital or something because of dehydration. But I guess her father gives her enough water to where she doesn't need to do that, but not enough to shake the feeling of weakness, tiredness, and headaches. The headaches were the worst. There was no passing up those or getting around those, she tried everything. This was going to be a very long day and she could tell already. She dropped to her knees and started to pick everything up. She just had a feeling something was going to go wrong. 


And that feeling was right. The boy who she had sat next to, which by the way had something against her. She doesn't know what it is but she has this feeling that he doesn't like her at all. She glanced up as he had fallen and smacked his face on the ground, herself already on the ground picking things up her eyes went wide. "I- I'm so-" she cut off as the guy turned around and stared daggers into her eyes. She looked at his eyes. Those eyes, the same ones that her father gives her right before a terrible beating. She doesn't even remember a time that her father said she loved him. 

She hasn't even heard those words come out of anyones mouth before, she is sure that if someone had told her that, she sure won't believe them. Who could ever love her? She always seems to do something wrong, nothing she did was right and she got punished for it. And that's all she has ever known, was her father beating her. She has never had a gentle hand put on her. Even the teachers were ruthless not even caring that she didn't get to finish her quiz. Instead they give her a stupid automatic D for not giving her enough time to finish the whole thing. But of course that guy sitting next to her got it done in under five minutes. Which made him seem like a showoff. 

Or a know-it-all. He probably has a ton of trophies to prove it or something. Despite what the teacher had just taught about with tolerance, she knew that wasn't going to keep kids from doing things. They would just do it more secretly and try harder not to get caught doing it. Looking into her eyes she couldn't take her eyes off of his. Then she broke eye contact and scrambled for her papers. She saw one paper was near him, and there was no way she was reaching for it. Gathering everything else Elisabeth made the decision to leave the paper, no matter what it was.

Standing up mad her a little light headed. Her hand went straight to her forhead as an instant reaction to someone being dizzy. She quickly shook it off and looked down at the guy who had just slipped and fallen from the papers she had dropped on the ground. She apologized and yet it didn't seem like enough. She didn't know what to do. "I-I'm so sorry!" as if that could do anything, she apologizes to her father so much that if he got a dollar for every time she said it, he'd be a millionaire. Or that's what it felt like anyways. Standing up clenching all the books to her chest she saw all these kids flood over to him and to aid him. Seeing him hold his nose she felt terrible. She just stood there looking down at him unsure of what to do. She wondered what that paper was, but she figured she could just get a replacement for whatever it was. [/center]