"He's staring again, Katie," my best friend, Maria, whispered, "Make him stop!"

I rolled my eyes. I turned to who she was talking about, but she yelled, "Don't look!"

I turned back to face her. I looked into her blue eyes, her brown hair covering her left eye. She wore a green t-shirt with the words Three Days Grace, and blue jeans.

My eyes are green and my hair is blonde. I hate my hair. I want it to be red. I wore a white shirt and blue jeans.

I sighed and said, "You're overreacting, Maria."

She shivered and turned back to me.

I knew exactly who she was talking about without looking. He was a social reject among everyone in the school, and was the only Goth. His name was Daniel. He had black hair that covered part of his face when he looked down, which was almost all of the time. He also had dark, dark blue eyes. He wore only a black shirt, black cargo pants with chains, piercings on the tops of both ears, and an occasional one on his right eyebrow.

I was never one to judge people, but Maria was somehow scared of him, so I never said a word to him.

"Why does he keep staring, Katie?" Maria asked me.

The teacher noticed and asked, "Is there something you would like to share with us, Miss Sean?"

I hated my last name with a fiery passion.

I groaned a, "No, Mr. Smith."

Mr. Smith said, "Then I suggest you pay attention, unless you are making perfect grades."

I may A's in your class, you moron: I thought: I make A's in every class.

I looked at the clock. 2:25

Only 5 more minutes: I thought. Maria and I were 16 in high school and we got out every day at 2:30.

I felt someone stare. I peeked over to see Daniel glaring at me. I gulped and turned back to the board to pretend to pay attention. I felt his eyes continue to stare, but I tried to ignore him.

The clock struck 2:29.

I clinched my seat, ready to make my escape with Maria.

"Now, class," Mr. Smith said, "Next week we will start on our projects. I will personally choose your partners."

The whole class, including me, groaned.

"Now, now," he said, "It's not that hard. I can promise you that."

The bell the rung. The whole class dashed out. I groaned. I didn't have time to put my backpack on, thanks to his speech.

I sighed and slowly stood up, grabbing for my brown backpack. I saw Daniel stand up, placing his black backpack onto his shoulders. I noticed that we were the only two left.

Maria ditched me: I thought, angrily.

Even Mr. Smith walked out of the room. Probably to copy tomorrow's test or something.

I saw Daniel stare at me. I felt my face grow hot as I tried not to look back. He then turned and walked away, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I exhaled my breathing and walked slowly out of the room.

I walked down the hall, alone. I saw Daniel at a locker, probably his own. He pushed a book into it, and then slammed his locker door. The sound echoed through the halls. He then looked at me. I gulped and walked towards the exit.

He didn't move. He just stared at me. I felt my heart beat hard. I started to breathe hard. I took each step, getting closer and closer to the exit. He stared at me as I passed him, and I pushed the doors of the exit.

I saw Maria over by the sidewalk, waving to me. I waved back to her, and I heard the doors open. I didn't move as Daniel walked right passed me. I barely caught him staring at me again out of the corner of his eyes.

I walked over to Maria. She looked at me and smiled.

She asked, "What took you so long?"

I looked to see Daniel walk across the football field, putting headphones in his ears.

"Helloooo!" she waved her hands in my face. "Earth to Katie!"

I turned to her, and asked, "What?"

She laughed and said, "You're so funny sometimes, Katie."

I smiled. I then heard yelling.

Maria and I looked at the football field. I gasped. I saw Daniel get pushed to the ground. I saw three guys begin to kick him.

"Oh my gosh!" I yelled, turning towards the field.

I looked at Maria and said, "We have to do something!"

I saw her shake with fear.

I said, "I know you're scared, Maria, but we have to do something!"

She shook again, but nodded her head.

I smiled and said, "You go get the cops."

She asked, "What about you?"

I frowned and said, "I'm going to see if I can stop them."

Before she could stop me, I ran towards the field. I ran through the gates, and towards the boys who were kicking Daniel.

I ran towards them, pushing my legs harder.

"Hey!" I yelled, "Leave him alone!"

The boys looked at me, seizing their kicking.

"Stay out of this, Katie," one of them said.

"Yeah," another said, "This doesn't concern you."

I reached them, bending down to Daniel who was covered in blood. I placed him in my arms. I looked up at the boys and yelled, "It doesn't concern me?! You're trying to kill him! What has he done to you?!"

The boys looked away from me, and started to walk away.

I scowled at them as they walked away. I couldn't believe they attacked him like this. Sure he was different, but he had done nothing wrong.

I looked at him to see his dark blue eyes half way opened, looking towards me. His mouth had blood dripping from it.

I reached in my backpack and pulled out a wipe. I carried them. My mom made me, just in case. I wiped his mouth.

I said, "You're going to be alright. They're gone."

The blood now on the wipe, I tossed it to the side to pull out another one.

I was being so nice to a person I hardly knew. My parents always told me, I was cruel sometimes, and maybe even harsh, but when someone was in trouble, I would turn nice and help them. This must be one of those times.

"W-Why?" I heard him ask in a hoarse voice. It was the first time I ever heard him speak.

I looked at him, preparing to wipe the extra blood that kept trailing out of his mouth and onto his face.

I placed the cool wipe on his face, and asked, "Why what?"

He looked directly into my eyes. His eyes were half way opened still.

He asked, "Why would you help me?"

I placed the wipe on top of his head, to keep him cool.

I replied, "You don't deserve that. No one does."

He looked away, and said, "You should've let them kill me."

I said, "You'll be alright. You shouldn't die."

Still turned the other way, he said, "I wanted them to kill me."

My eyes widened. I saw his Mp3 player on the ground. I heard it sing,

Even if I say, it'll be alright.

Still I hear you say, you want to end your life.

I said, "Don't say that."

He frowned and replied, "You don't know what it's like."

I was confused. I asked, "What do you mean?"

He turned weakly towards me, and said, "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me," I said.

He said, "No."

I sighed. I said, "Well, if you need a friend to talk to, I'm here."

His eyes widened. He looked at me and asked, "Friend?"

I smiled and said, "Yeah. We can be friends, right?"

His eyes closed half way again. He asked, "You would want to be friends with someone like me?"

I said, "You've done nothing wrong. Of course."

He looked me in the eyes. I took his hand and smiled.

I felt him squeeze my hand as he passed out.

What do you think? Is it good? I might update some of my Moon Love next week. Its LEAP (a big test for 8th graders in Louisiana) and I won't have any homework. Anyway, tell me how this is so far. It will get better, I promise. Review:)

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