Her eyes seemed to space off sad as she knew he was sad, she didnâ€™t want to tell him why she didnâ€™t want to be there either. So in an attempt to brush the sadness away Bobby looked up at him.â€œNo, seriously itâ€™ okay, school is lameâ€¦â€ she nodded in confirmation, but thatâ€™s not how she felt, she loved learning, but with that group of girls starting crapâ€¦OH! It just made her blood boil. She felt tears start to sting her eyes from one of the rumors she recollected.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~4 days ago in the girls locker room~</span><br/><br/>Bobby was changing in one of the stalls as she overheard snickers and whispers, it wasnâ€™t like she wanted to overhear them, but they made sure that wasnâ€™t possible.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œDidnâ€™t you know? That one freaky girl in our class?â€</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œYeah? The one with the Green, purple hair?â€</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œYeahâ€¦That girl.â€ </span>Freezing there in the stall half way dressed she listened.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œSo, her dad, he owns the diner down town, and well I heard that the only reason why they moved here was to cover up that his daughter just got out of the Looney ward for trying to kill herself.â€</span>The girls gasp with â€˜No Ways! â€˜ and â€œAre you serious?.â€ The leader kept speaking, â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">you guys canâ€™t seriously tell me that you didnâ€™t see those scars on her legs, and those cuts on her arm.â€ </span>Subconsciously Bobby leaned down to press her fingers against the smooth pallor of the ugly scaring upon her legs that she had received during the house fire. The reason why they moved, and the reason why her mother was still in the ICU. And as for the cuts, she could easily blame on Momo her cat.<br/><br/><br/>Attempting to swallow a lump in her throat she tried to speak, but it nearly came out a squeak as she had momentarily lost her voice. Feigning a stretch she instead wiped her eyes, she wasnâ€™t really wanting to bring this kid down anymore, so she tried a smile on for size.<br/>â€œSo, ummm what do you feel like eating?â€ As they rounded a corner, her fatherâ€™s diner could be seen in all itâ€™s glory â€˜Georgeâ€™s .â€™