The rain began to softly drip onto the girl’s unkempt black hair as she walked along the weather-beaten sidewalk. Only a few rays of sun pierced the gray sky. A few cars passed by on the road; an old rusted Ford truck, a white minivan, and a shiny car with a green “Sheriff” across its doors. All three cars pulled into the school parking lot. The girl stared at her feet as she shuffled through the doors of the town’s only high school. The school was made of brick walls, with cream colored doors, and a not quite cream, not quite white, colored floor. The bell rang at 8:00, and it was 8:05 as the girl entered the classroom. There was an awkward silence as the girl took out her things and sat next to an empty desk. “I’m glad you arrived Amelia,” said the
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As one of her friends, we hoped you would know where she is. Do you have any idea of where she might be?”
“No.”
“When was the last time you saw her?”
“Friday after school. We just had a fight and didn’t feel like talking.” Amelia leaned forward and braced to get up. “I’m sorry but I have no information that can help you. May I go back to class?”
The sheriff gave her a slight glare, “Fight about what?”
“Math homework. May I go?”
After the sheriff stared at her a bit longer, Amelia decided to dismiss herself. She shuffled her way back into her classroom, not making eye contact with the teacher or any of the students. Amelia gathered her things and randomly put them into her bag, not caring about folded papers or lost pens. Again not glancing at anyone, she walked out of the classroom.
The rain had picked up a bit from when she had walked to school this morning, but Amelia looked straight forward. She began walking with a pace of a
As one of her friends, we hoped you would know where she is. Do you have any idea of where she might be?”
“No.”
“When was the last time you saw her?”
“Friday after school. We just had a fight and didn’t feel like talking.” Amelia leaned forward and braced to get up. “I’m sorry but I have no information that can help you. May I go back to class?”
The sheriff gave her a slight glare, “Fight about what?”
“Math homework. May I go?”
After the sheriff stared at her a bit longer, Amelia decided to dismiss herself. She shuffled her way back into her classroom, not making eye contact with the teacher or any of the students. Amelia gathered her things and randomly put them into her bag, not caring about folded papers or lost pens. Again not glancing at anyone, she walked out of the classroom.
The rain had picked up a bit from when she had walked to school this morning, but Amelia looked straight forward. She began walking with a pace of a