the sun sparkled over the horizon of Los Angeles, California, a cool fall morning.
a young, thirteen year old girl named Tracy Freeland was walking into school with her best friend, Noel.
today was the first day of 7th grade.
people had already seemed rude enough... so, she decided to stick with her friend.
she passed a couple people, viewing them all, until she saw the popular girls.. belly rings, tongue rings, you name it.
she felt a sense of jealousy at their popularity; how all of the guys seemed to love them, how they seemed so...powerful.
that was, until they saw one of them making fun of you. now, she doesn't know you. not yet. but, she hates to see people getting picked on anyway.
whenever the popular kids left, she nodded to Noel,
"i'll catch up, okay?" Tracy gave a small smile and a nod, before she hesitantly walked over to you.
she could see the tears beginning to prick in your shiny eyes, and she felt a strong wave of sympathy wash over her.
"Hey..." Tracy began, her blue ocean eyes full of worry and sympathy.
"..Ignore them, okay? They're just bullies." she smiled faintly,
"I'm Tracy... Tracy Freeland." Tracy held out her smooth palm for a handshake,
"What's your name?" she tilts her head, her blonde strands flowing as the cool fall breeze swept upon them.