Kimiko was still sobbing. She really hadn't meant to walk into the girl. Now, she was probably going to get yelled at and the boy was going to wonder what happened. How did this become such a mess so quickly? She should have just waited for the girl to leave in the first place. Then, she wouldn't be in this mess...
"Shut the Hell up, Oslin. You need to mind your own damn business and stay out of other's. You never know what you might find -and what you might find may scar you for life," the scary girl snapped at Oslin, making Kimiko flinch a little. "So scram, Barbie."
Kimiko heard Oslin's footsteps moving away and barely dared to peek up over her small hands. ""Calm down. I'm really not that scary," the girl was adjusting her weight. She seemed to have hurt her ankle when she fell. That only made Kimiko feel worse. "You don't need to cry over it," she continued. "I'm not going to yell, so stop being a baby. Besides, you don't even know me, so it really shouldn't matter so much to you. You need to grow thicker skin, caro."
Now that Kimiko got a better look at her, she could see that this girl was really pretty with long black hair and eyes that seemed to see everything. It interested the pink-haired girl.
"Oi, oi," a new voice said, only slightly drawing Kimiko's attention away from the girl. "I'm sure this isn't that big a deal. Everybody has accidents sometimes. Isn't that right?"
The girl had a rather strange reaction to the boy's offer, which only made Kimiko all the more intrigued as she watched the girl march away. That's when the boy turned to her. She stared up at him. He towered over her, which made her a bit angry. She was a senior and still the size of a junior high-schooler. He held out a handkerchief and she took, dabbing her eyes daintily. She knew she had to say something. "T-thank you..." she managed to stutter out, directing her gaze to the ground, where she saw her bag. "Not again..." she whispered softly, crouching down to pick it up.
It was her senior year, so she had mastered the art of squatting without flashing. It had taken a few tries though. She didn't like to think about that. She picked up her now broken bag and sighed. She'd have to ask her father for a new one... Again... The first day of school and she had already broken a bag. Kimiko hung her head in defeat; this was not a good way to start a school year.