She was shocked, a fellow nerd had been utterly ripped apart in the library. her sanctuary from everything within the confines of the horrors that were high school. She had stumbled to the girl’s bathroom, the stench of stale nicotine wrinkling her nose as she crashed through the door and all but crawled to the toilet.
They were picking up the pieces, they had little baggies that held what remained of her good friend Tom.
She wretched, vomited until she could no more, she fighting for breath as she held onto the seat to keep the world from spinning, tears spilling down her cheeks. For long moments she remained on her knees book bag at her side, until she finally flushed and stood up.
Approaching the mirror with reddened eyes, she wiped the tears away, washed out her mouth as she rummaged around her bag for the ever-present pack of mint gum. Grabbing a few pieces, she folded them into her mouth and began to chew, composing herself to face the others and her friends killer.
Book bag slung over her shoulder, she walked into the classroom and slumped into her chair, the others were talking about the grisly murder. She looked up and spoke, ”Who would do such a thing?”