Jane had arrived outside the school gate when, she had heard a certain duo whispering something, probably about her, then laughing. The duo, aka Scarlet King and Max Knight, followed by groupies, friends, cheerleaders and jocks. 'YAY! World best people approaching' Sarcastically thought in her head.

She was shoved into a wall by as she passed Max.

"Oops. My mistake" Max jeered, with a laughing Scarlet in tow.

Jane scurried along the corridors of the happy Hell. 'At least its better than home' Jane reminded herself, cheering herself up, putting on a smile to create her Happy Façade she lead everyone to believe.

Jane walked to the girls toilets. 'Time to cut and enlight', Jane swung her denim styled bag off her back and placed it on the floor. Unzipping the front pocket of her backpack, Jane pulled out her emergency razor. Not even sure why she was doing this now, she slowly slid the razor down her skin. Making 5 clean cuts, she pulled some toilet roll of the wall and dabbed at her wounds. At least now she didn't have to cut later on in the day.

Jane was heading to class. First period, English, when she bumped into one of the teachers- Miss Lott. "Jane, what's wrong with your arm?" Miss Lott asked, Jane mentally face palmed, realising she forgotten to lower her sleeve.

Quickly, she lowered her sleeve, hiding the fresh, crimson blood leaking from her skin. "Nothing" Jane said oh-to-quickly.

"Well, if your sure. Now, head to class. You'll be late" And that's exactly what Jane did, giving Miss Lott a wave good bye.

With class over, Jane decided to grab some chow and go to the schools cafeteria. When, her luck turned for the worst. Max was sat at a table with all his muscle-y jock friends and that had, of course, already spotted her. "Great!" Jane muttered under her breath as the jocks stalked up to her.

"Nice to see you again, Jane" Max said in his usually obnoxious tone.

"No, the pleasures all mine" Jane retorted leading to an angry Max.

He pinned her to a wall, the room fell silent, There was a sudden outburst of chanting coming from the crowd, all watching the scene unfold infront of them. No one bothering to defend, help or support Jane.

Max delivered 3 hard blows to Jane's face, giving her a nose bleed after the second strike. "Pathetic!" Max spat at Jane, punching her 6 more times, making her dizzy, before putting her down and walking off. Jane fell to the ground, on her hands and knees. Wiping the blood off her face with a paper towel from one of the tables, she heard the bell ring indicating it was time for class. Jane picked her self a dragged herself to class.

"I've probably got a concussion after that beating. I don't even know why I think school is better than home. They're pretty much the same. Not even Diana the dinner lady helped me! "Jane quietly raged at her self, hoping no one had heard her. But with her luck, they probably did, I mean, everyone had cleared a path for her, gossiping about her. Now she's the centre of attention for all the wrong reasons.

Jane had finally - after what felt like forever- reached the door to her art class. Art was her favourite lesson for many reasons such as; Mrs Hunter was a nice teacher, no one but Jane and Meghan (Mrs Hunter and Jane were on a first name basis) saw her art, they were allowed to do freestyle art and the lesson helped her vent out a lot of steam that was bottled up inside of her. Terria always thought she terrible and when Mrs Hunter had told her pictures were breath taking, she always took it thinking she only said that to be polite.

Jane strolled into class not caring about the purple bruise on her face a the blood pouring from her nose, mainly because she forgot about it but when she took her place at a desk, a concerned Meghan had run up to her, her blue eyes filled with worry.

"What happened?" The red haired art teacher asked quizzically. Jane sighed.

"Max" Jane replied.

"Again?" Hunter inquired. The art teacher would of headed straight to the head teachers office right then and there, abandoning her art class, if it wasn't for Jane's earlier pleas not to.

To be continued...