A loud, angry sigh could be heard throughout the library. Ginny sat at one of the computers, trying to write her paper. [b]"I don't get it!"[/b] She yelled, letting her head fall to the desk. She could hear the librarian tell her to be quiet, only making her frustration grow. 

[i]I'm probably on my freaking period...[/i]

She closed her eyes, tears threatening to fall. Why did MLA format have to be so confusing? It didn't make a lick of sense to her and she was ready to give up and take the zero. She sighed, deciding she'd just work on it another day. She needed to get up and get back to her room anyway. No doubt her roommate was doing something stupid. She turned off the computer, grabbed her thumb-drive and stashed it in her pocket. 

It was a nice day outside, campus was littered with students outside playing games, sunbathing, doing the usual things. She pulled the sleeves of her jacket down with her hands, a nervous twitched she'd developed over the years. She didn't like wearing short sleeves... She walked across campus, the wind blowing her hair across her face pissing her off. 

[i]One day, I'm going to just cut it all off.[/i] 

As she walked, she noticed something going on in Maxwell. Near one of the windows a bunch of girls all stood doing something. Probably something stupid... Ginny's eyes narrowed, her annoyance already growing. 

[i]I hate people...[/i] 

Her eyes popped back open when she noticed one girl throwing a punch. [b]"What? What is this, [b]Middle School[/b]?!"[/b] She shouted aloud. She felt her chest well up with anger and she shook her head. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the local campus police.

[i]Ring...[/i]

[i]Ring...[/i]

[i]Ring...[/i]

[i]Ugh. Hurry up and pick up! Sleaze-bags.[/i]

[i]Ri-[/i]

[b]"Hello, New Harren College Campus Police. What can I do for you?"[/b] A man greeted her, finally picking up.

[b]"Yes, I'd like to report a fight in Maxwell."[/b] She replied curtly, her tone a bit sharp.

[b]"We'll be there as soon as we can."[/b] He said, hanging up.

[i]You'd better be...[/i]

She huffed, letting out a bit of steam as she walked up towards the building. She wanted to see how they resolved this and she also wanted to be there for the poor soul being beaten. Or should she? She stopped, pondering for a moment. Should she just back to her room? It really wasn't any of her business and definitely not anything she needed to get involved in. It wasn't like she'd be much help anyway. She turned in the direction of her dorm and began walking. But... What if my words save their life? 

[i]Ugh...[/i]

She turned around in her place and eyed the building. 

[i]Damn my conscious.[/i]

She took in a deep breath and walked over toward the building just in time to see the campus police drive up in their golf cart, all six of them. She rolled her eyes but smiled at them as they walked inside. She walked in behind him, making sure they didn't see. While they were distracting the girls throwing punches, Ginny swiftly swooped in a grabbed the person being assaulted and pulled her into another room. 

Once they were in the room, she turned to the girl, her eyes warm and caring. [b]"Sorry, I just wanted to get you out of there as soon as I could. When they finish up, we'll go out so they can treat you."[/b] She told her, her chest tensing up. She hadn't realized how tense this would be. What kind of words could she offer this girl? What words would make a difference? [b]"Just sit and relax for now... I'll be here..."[/b] She told her and sent her a big smile, trying her hardest.