FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 09 (Slight Edit)

"So everyone knows everyone pretty much right?"

"With a town like this, yeah that's kind of how it goes here. Though we do have our own occasional assholes too, actually now that I think about it I heard that some of the thugs here have ended up in the hospital something about getting there asses kicked."

"Huh?"

Just then a girl screamed, those running came to a halt and looked back to see a girl grasping her leg as tears threated to fall, the teacher ran over as did a number of students to see what was wrong.

"Looks like a sprain," Mr. Rockwell said before assisting the girl on to his back. "I'll be taking her to the Nurse, the rest of you keep up the running you have one more lap, when you're done there are a number of soccer and volleyballs by the track, use your time with those until I get back." With the girl on his back he headed off.

A number of students were talking amounts themselves before going off and grabbing the balls, saying to hell with the laps.

"Think we should grab a ball?" Alex said only to see Charla turn and continued to run on the track ignoring the others.

"Is she really going to finishing running on the track?" Will asked. "Seems kind of redundant now that the teacher's gone..."

"She seems the type of person to finish what she's started something." Jason said softly. "It's an admirable trait."

"Admirable or not I'm tired." Alex said as she stretched her arms above her head. "I think I'll take a nap under that tree." She then cupped her hands over her mouth. "Charla we'll be by that tree over there when you're done alright?"

Charla merely waved in response and kept on going. As she ran though she kept note of her surroundings, and what some of the students were doing. Some were hanging out in the shade others were goofing off playing with balls; some seemed to be doing gymnastics or a thing they had seen in a show. That was until one particular girl caught her eye, it was the girl from yesterday, the one that had been watering the flowers.

Sarah "Roza" Finnegan.

Charla slowly came to a stop and looked at the girl, why was she out here by herself now? Shouldn't she have been in class? But then she noticed that the girl was carrying what looked to be both her desk and chair. With a slight frown Charla ran up to her. "Need help?"

"Huh? Oh, you're the girl from yesterday, how's your head?"

"Its fine, but I should be asking you as to why you're carrying a desk. It's not yours is it?"

Roza shook her head. "No, it's one of our classmates. I overheard some students talking about how these guys in my class have been pestering one student. They're mean to a lot of people though."

"Has anyone told the student Councillor about it?"

Slowly she shook her head.

"Why not?"

"Because the one doing all that stuff is the city, and is parents have a lot of money too. You know that mall that was built; his family owns it and that burger place too."

"I see..." that explains her comment about those who come from the city. "But it shouldn't stop you from telling someone. The teachers here all really seem to care about the students."

"They do, and we all know it, but we also know that guy, and his older sister, have a lot of money and influence. It's not that we think the teachers won't listen it's that we fear that these people might try to ruin our businesses because of it."

Charla was quite, she knew all too well as to what Roza was talking about, had seen it number of times in the city, it didn't surprise her that it could happen here. "Here," Charla said as she grabbed the desk from her. "I can carry this, it looks heavy for you."

"N-no, I mean you're in class right now and I can manage myself."

"Its fine," Charla told her. "The lot of us are goofing off since the teacher had to take a student to the infirmary, besides if he asks where I went I'll just tell him the truth. I was helping a student. No harm done."

Roza hesitated. "O-okay then, but I'm taking the chair. I wouldn't feel right if you did all the work you know."

Charla smiled at her. "That's fine with me."

The two carried the desk and chair back to Roza's homeroom on the first floor, a woman teacher was giving a lecture while standing, Charla noticed that a rather thin boy was sitting at the teacher's desk taking notes.

"This is my class; I can take it from here." Roza said to her. "Thanks again for the help Charla."

"No problem," Charla then left but paused when glancing into the class to look at the student's faces, since she didn't have many friends she observed people frequently and could spot a number of people out in a crowd, this was no different. In the middle of the class she spotted three boys who seemed to be smirking as if trying to hold back their laughter. It reminded Charla all too much of the people at her old school...

Some things in school just never seemed to change no matter where you went, even if it was the case Charla couldn't help but feel a sudden spark of rage.

But there was nothing that she could do at least not now.

"...but Charla you know if you're feeling down or worried about something you can come and talk to me... You can trust the people here that much I can promise you."

Charla stopped mid-way in the hall recalling Ms. Clark's words, and then frowned.

Maybe there was something that could be done, but would it be the right choice to do so?

It had nothing to do with her, but deep down she knew damn well she couldn't just leave it alone, but for all she knew it could just make things even worse, that's how it normally was. But this school wasn't like her old one; she didn't know how things would go.

But that didn't mean she didn't know anyone who'd know what to do...