Jade checked the time-table that was pinned up inside of her locker. The first two classes she had were Gym Class and Health Class. They weren't her favourite classes, but she gathered up her gym bag and shoved her health books inside, just to save a trip back to the locker. She double checked the rooms and teachers so she wouldn't get her place mixed up and she pushed the locker door closed. The click of the lock informed her it was properly closed.

She pulled the hair-tie from her wrist and put her long black hair into a messy braid. She hated it when her hair would get into her face.

The amount of twists and turns in the hallways and corridors were Jade's second least favourite thing about the school, the amount of people being the first. She hated having to think too much about where she was going. She didn't like the fact it was easy to turn in circles and end up where you started to begin with. Being a person with no friends whatsoever , she hated human contact and avoided speaking as often as she could.

Every time Jade turned a corner, she would instinctively look behind her and around the corner multiple times. After the routine, she turned left and continued walking, staying close to the wall, trying to keep out of everybody's way. She skilfully dodged the swift moving limbs and bodies that passed and managed to get to the bathroom without being touched.

She waited a moment before looking down at her watch.

"Fuck…" she muttered quietly.

She knew if she wasn't at the gym within the next few minutes she would have missed her bus to the swimming pool. But it certainly didn't seem as though the crowd of people moving about was ready to subside. She pushed the bathroom door open and slid inside. It was completely empty which was surprising for such a busy time of morning. She looked at her own face in the mirror.

She twisted the ring in her nostril and heavily exhaled. Her piercing blue eyes glared back at her, following her wherever she moved. She found it terribly uncomfortable and turned away from her reflection.

"Stop getting lost," she whispered to herself, "You're lost. Your mind is lost."

She held back the tears as she took a handful of her shirts material in her hand. The scars on her arms were barely visible from the self-inflicted cuts from a few years ago. But it still left a mark on her, no matter how small.

The school bell sounded once more. A sign that classes were meant to have started.

"Shit!" Jade mumbled angrily, swinging her gym bag over her shoulder. She turned and ran for the bathroom door but before she could realize what was happening, she was on the ground.

AN: This story is in fact on , but it was originally written for an entirely different fandom. I decided to re-write it as Victorious because I no longer have the motivation to write for the other fandom and I really want to keep writing this because I kinda love it. v.v

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