<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Trouble in Paradise</strong></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fgm5IMb.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>May 6th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Path to Home<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kevin Finch, Hanna (Mention)<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Going Home now<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Clothes (https://i.imgur.com/rH3tFvs.jpg)/Hair Style and Glasses (https://i.imgur.com/5vPZGY8.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>“...maybe.”   Mallory had never thought of going through with her plan, even after she had put much thought to it when she had been alone. The odds just seemed against her on all accounts, but even as she knew that, the idea of going off with Kevin made her think just a bit more on the idea. A small smile came to her lips, as the two made their way back to their homes, walking along the sidewalks. With the ever growing storm approaching, it was best if they make their way as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>“Come on, let’s get home before it rains.”<br/><br/>The sub sequential talk with her Aunt hadn’t been the greatest, mostly because by the time the two friends had made it near their respective homes, Hanna was outside, waiting with quite the stern look on her face. It had only taken a few steps to the door that Mallory knew she was in trouble, and for the next few weeks, she would be piled with chores upon chores. It didn’t even matter that she hadn’t done any of the fighting; it was simply the principle of it all.<br/><br/>Mallory simply wished that she could take Kevin up in his offer to run, even if they both knew it could never actually happen.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Where is he?”  Mallory anxiously teetered on her brown loafer shoes as she held her bag along her shoulder, quite heavy from the textbooks that she carried to her classes. The school day had ended, and the two friends had decided that from now on, a new meeting spot would be required. It had been a week since the incident with Reckley, and so far, they hadn’t had any trouble with him. The only thing that trouble Mallory right now, however, was that Kevin was no where to be seen, a few minutes late to meeting with her.<br/><br/>He was never late. Ever.<br/><br/>Ten minutes past the bell had rung, and one or two students were still hanging back at the school entrance to talk before heading home, Mallory looked at her watch again; another minute passed. Pulling at the cuff of her red coat (https://i.imgur.com/79rFL7A.jpg), she turned back, settling her glasses inside her bag.<br/><br/>She didn’t like waiting for Kevin any longer, the worry getting to her.<br/><br/>Making her way back into the school grounds, her brown eyes searched. Starting towards the last class Kevin had been at, but only seeing some school faculty leaving. Her search continued, and as she looked around, she heard a sound, similar to a loud thud. As she made her way near the back end of the school, near the older buildings that weren’t used as much, she heard it again.<br/><br/>And then she had found Kevin.<br/><br/>Her eyes were wide as she watched silent, seeing a group of other male students ganging up on her friend. Kevin, he was holding his own, but his clothes were ripped, and he looked worse for ware; there was blood on his face, and on the ground below him. One of them had tried to throw a punch at Kevin, but he had dodged, only to be hit by another that took a cheap shot. The sickening thud of her friend’s body against the brick wall made her stomach churn, and her eyes looked towards the group of students, one of them in particular.<br/><br/>Reckley.<br/><br/>It was as if something that snapped within her, as a bubbling rage slowly but surely was seeping to the surface. This was all his doing, wasn’t it? As angry tears pricked along her eyes, Mallory’s hands gripped the strap of her bag, her teeth gritting. They hadn’t noticed her yet, but she could just sit by and watch Kevin get hurt; not after he had done so much for her.<br/><br/>If she got in trouble with her Aunt, it didn’t matter one bit.<br/><br/>In a maddening rush, her hands were raised above her head before they were harshly slammed downwards, the first of the attackers getting their head furiously hit by the front end of rather large, and heavy looking textbook. Mallory hadn’t even noticed if the guy went down or not, before she quickly reacted to the next, kicking her leg between the guys legs. She knew it would hurt, but it didn’t matter to her; he had deserved it for hurting her friend. The third that had thrown the punch at Kevin was near her left, and she moved as fast as her legs could carry her, grunting<br/>before she jumped onto the guys back. Messily climbing to wrap her arms around his neck, she did her best to get him off balance, despite her moves being quite sloppy and weak compared to the other combatants around her.<br/><br/>She hadn’t gone for Reckley, the jerk having been off to the side, simply watching everything. It didn’t matter though; she had to stop the others from attacking Kevin first.