Starting a new a school was hard enough but starting just a week after the…accident…was worse.
With her long red hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, the tip of which swung back and forth, fifteen-year-old Megan Clark walked down the busy hallway in a half daze. With downcast eyes she maneuvered her way through the mass of students already banging locker doors and yelling at each other to hurry up before the bell rang. To her they all seemed like actors in some stupid film trying to act cool or popular. None of it seemed real to her. There was too much laughter, to many strangers around her. All were oblivious to her pain and loss. Why? Because they did not know her nor would they care if she told them.
The slamming of a locker door startled her out of her dream-like state. She looked around nervously at her surroundings. It was so much like a gun-shot that tears came, unwillingly to her bright green eyes. Ashamed of herself for being so nervous and letting her emotions show, she angrily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
After stuffing her books into her locker she stopped by the girls restroom to reapply her mascara.
With her long red hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, the tip of which swung back and forth, fifteen-year-old Megan Clark walked down the busy hallway in a half daze. With downcast eyes she maneuvered her way through the mass of students already banging locker doors and yelling at each other to hurry up before the bell rang. To her they all seemed like actors in some stupid film trying to act cool or popular. None of it seemed real to her. There was too much laughter, to many strangers around her. All were oblivious to her pain and loss. Why? Because they did not know her nor would they care if she told them.
The slamming of a locker door startled her out of her dream-like state. She looked around nervously at her surroundings. It was so much like a gun-shot that tears came, unwillingly to her bright green eyes. Ashamed of herself for being so nervous and letting her emotions show, she angrily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
After stuffing her books into her locker she stopped by the girls restroom to reapply her mascara.
