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Gracie May Willson

Shoving her books in her locker, Gracie headed out of the school.Gracie was the only girl at her school, that she knew of, that had no friends. But she liked it that way.

Gracie was more intelligent than the average 16 year old. She had an phenomenal understanding of the most complicated mathematics, she studied nuclear thermal energy in her free time, and has been aspiring to be a world renowned scientist since she was 8. Gracie planned on graduating later that year with the rest of the seniors in her school.

Walking away from massive, ugly school building, Gracie started her journey home. If she was early enough, which she almost always was, she could get home before her brother and take over the basement before he had the chance.

The Willson basement was the best part of the house, to Gracie and her brother, anyway. It had the only computer in the house, besides their parents work computers, and the piano.  Plus, if you kept the door shut to the upstairs, it's impossible to hear anyone else, and impossible for them to hear you.  It made it easier for Gracie to play.

Walking into her house, Gracie grabbed an apple off the counter and a root beer from the fridge before heading downstairs. For the next couple of hours, she finished up homework, researched more about nuclear energy, and played a bit of piano. At one point, Gracie heard the home phone go off. She didn't think much of it, expecting her brother to get it. But after ringing for the forth time, Gracie gave out a huff and skid across the basement in search of the phone. Without checking the I.D., she immediately answered the phone.

"Hello," she answered, an exasperated tone to her voice.

"Hello, this is Sheriff Oakley from the Charleston police department, is this the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Willson?"

Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "It is, but I don't believe they're home, can I take a message?"

Completely ignoring her question, Officer Oakley continued talking. "And I'm assuming you are their daughter?"

Elizabeth's frown deepened. "Yes, but I don't understand-"

"I'm sorry to say that your parents have been in an accident, one of my deputies is on their way now to escort you to the hospital."

Gracie went rigid. She mumbled something that sounded like an "all right" before hanging up the phone. She silently, most likely in shock, made her way up the stairs and out on her front porch. Just as the deputy pulled into her drive-way, Gracie hurled into her mothers roses.