I slowly walked down the hall, listening to the hundreds of voices from all around me. It's the end of the school day, which means there's most likely going to be hundreds of students crowding the halls, some rushing up and down the stairs, through the halls and out the front door. "Beatrix Huxley!" A voice yelled. "Huh?" I stopped in my tracks, turning around and staring Amara Verlice, the meanest girl in school, dead in the eye. "Oh, hello Amara." I slightly grinned, backing up a little, tightening the grip on my bag. "Whatever loser. Have my homework?" She snarled. "No, I don't." I talked in a stern voice, hoping she would get the hint to piss off. "Useless. Utterly useless." She mumbles before stomping off. I giggled and continued walking down the hall. I don't know why, but since the beginning of school, she has been picking on me. Me, Beatrix Huxley. Out of all people, she chooses me. What's so special about me? I'm not popular, I don't dress fancy like the other girls and boys here. I'm just... Me.