Sayla Grace Flay's pov.
I walk through the hallways of my highschool. My head down so no one notices me, backpack slung over my shoulder, and hood on.
"SAYLA!!" I look up as my bestfriend Carter slams into me. I fall back, feeling weightless right until I smack into the hard floor of the hallway.
"What was that for?" I groan and rub my head trying to get rid of the pain. "I don't know." Carter says shrugging and offering me his hand, I take it pulling myself up. Carter has straight hair that is red-brownish, eyes a milky light grey, and skin a light tan.
"Sorry about that," he says rubbing the back of his neck. I smile up at him, stopping by our lockers and pulling out my bags. "You do not have to carry all that around, you know." I nod,"I do."
I tuck my dirty blond hair behind my ear, push my glasses up my nose, and head to class.
Author Notes: Tell me how it is...