She's Not Afraid

*In the POV of Lori"

"Lori, Lori, Lori! Pour me another glass of liquory!" A guy asked me, laughing at how he made 'liquory' sound like 'liquor'. Our heads hurt, my stomach hurt, I felt as if I was gonna puke any second.

"Get your own bloody drink" I snapped at my friend, Anthony. "Shay, what time is it?" I asked sitting against a wall, my head buried in my hands.

"I have no idea.. I can't read my watch.." Shay said, trying to read her watch (which was clearly not working).

"My head hurts.."

"You could have another shot of vodka... That might make you feel better."

"Give it" I said and reached my hand out to Anthony, so he could give me the last of the vodka. I poured the drink in my mouth, and suddenly started to feel better, until a couple minutes later my headache just got worse.

"Damn it Anthony! It hurts my head even more..." I said to him, my teeth grinding.

"We'll it's not my fault..." He said, his voice sinking. I shot him a dirty look meaning somewhat of 'shut up' or 'say one more thing and I will kill you' He clearly got the message. We sat around for a while, all of us about to fall asleep when we herd a low, deep, terrifying voice. We all looked up, to see a cop, standing in front of us.

"Do you kids have a ID, to show your over 21!?" The man said, his voice booming through our ears.

I felt Shay squeeze my arm giving me a signal which I instantly understood.

"Well sir" I began to speak, but then the five of us, ran as quick as we could onto the campus.

"Come back here!" The man yelled, and started chasing us.

"Over here!" Anthony called, looking at a empty street. We all sprinted down the street, the cop on our tail, until we realized; Dead end.... No escape, trapped..

"Come with me!" The man said, grabbing our arms behind our backs, while a couple other men came to help.

"Do you have a ID?" One Asked. We all shook our heads. "To the principals office! Your lucky were not taking you to jail!" Another said.

As we walked to the principals office, we saw people staring, laughing, and talking. Seriously... Mostly once a week, someone gets caught for doing drugs, drinking, asult, sneaking out of campus.... But now they all just decide to stare like they've never seen.... Oh wait.... I know why... I'm Loraine Tomlinson.... Louis Tomlinsons little sister....

We could see a couple cameras flash from the bushes... Paparazzi... When we arrived at the Principals office, we were dropped straight into the office, and into three chairs. Shay had started crying, Anthony was muttering to himself (probably cuse words...), and I was completely calm. I've been to the principle office many times before though, so I'm used to it.

"Shay Whithers, Anthony Parker, and Loraine Tomlinson..." Our principle, Mrs. Laymin said her peircing eyes staring into mine.

"Caught drinking again? Naughty child.... You know this is a three-strike school.. And this is your fifth."she said, clearly having pleasure getting me into trouble.

"Your point is?" I asked, keeping a straight face and stared her down.

"Let me spell it out for you... You expelled.. E-X-P-E-L-L-E-D... Pack your bags, and boxes from your dorm, and go home.." She said not leaving my eyesight. I wanted to scream... To punch something, but I kept it in.. So I left, out of the room, and to my dorm.