Dennis, who was Bobbyâ€™s father , looked up to see the young man from yesterday. A great grin stretched across his face and held his hand out to the gift and gave Xander a wink.<br/><br/>â€œYou got it kiddo, â€œ he put the bear on the counter and watched the boy leave with a chuckle just as he heard the back alley door open.  Looking behind his shoulder he seen his daughter. Her hair was down about her shoulders as she looked at her dad. Bobbyâ€™s eyes went to the white bear as she raised her brow in question. â€œHey it ainâ€™t from me Bobby Bear,â€ with a gentle toss, she caught it within her hands and looked at it. Wasnâ€™t this the bear from that shop.<br/><br/>â€œWhose it fromâ€¦â€ she murmured, but answered her own question as she nibbled her lip a deep blush upon her cheeks. Clearing her throat and shimmying her back pack up upon her shoulder and walked out the door. Her attire for the day was simple, black cargo shorts and her Black Ops tank top. Holding the bear across her chest she smiled some as she walked. He was very sweet indeed, besides the teachers, he was the only person that had given her kindness since her three months of living there.  As she was walking she continuously stared at the bear, what to name him? She pondered for only a short bit before deciding upon, BurBur.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the school her black converse stopped her in her tracks,  on the school steps were the girls who spread all of those rumors about her. Her brow furrowed as she took a deep breath, and keeping her head down she rushed past them and into the building. Clutching the bear to her chest she gave a heavy sigh, they didnâ€™t say anything to herâ€¦ Looking at the bear she winked with a big smile and whispered.<br/>â€œThank you for protecting me BurBurâ€¦.â€