Miyuki sighed as she tapped her pencil onto her desk. It was the last class of the day, and time was ticking down. However the boys behind her seemed determined to make her life miserable. Every few seconds she could feel the thud of a piece of lead hitting her head, or maybe an eraser. Sometimes the person next to here even jabbed her hand with the pointy object. She let out a groan as another stabbing pain went though her hand, and she glanced at the person next to her. She couldn't see though her dark bangs but she was sure it was a football jockey, considering his lettermen's jacket. She let out a sigh and tried to move his pencil from hurting her hand. "Can you please move this?" She said firmly, her hand grasping the pencil as it dug into her flesh. Soon she could feel a warm trickle of blood start to pool around the cut. "In your dreams maggot!" He hissed back as a response, only leaving her with a small pool of blood that was growing on her hand. She sighed and let the blood run as the man took out his pencil, wiping it off and using it to write. She sighed and hid her hand from view, doing one last sleeve check. Her scars where covered, and she was all good, well, as far as a kid who thought they didn't belong could be. As the bell rang, Miyuki began to pack up her things, putting her notebooks into her arms so she could carry them better. She slowly made her way out of the classroom as she pushed up her glassed, looking around. As she walked down the center of the hall, she felt strong hands shove her from behind, sending her flying towards the ground. Her glasses popped off and scattered across the floor, and she hit the pair of lockers with a groan. She sighed and searched around for her glasses, finally finding them and sliding them on. "Stay down glasses!" The boy called from afar, laughing at his joke as he walked away, leaving poor Miyuki on the floor. This was actually fairly normal for her. People thought of her as a tool to use for anything they wanted. Some pushed her, others would tie her to the flagpole, and she couldn't fight back. She heaved a hearty sigh as she picked up her books, leaving the now empty hallways.