What even is a rabbit?

A loud thunder split open the gray sky in two, shaking the entire ground underneath her feet as she felt a single raindrop land on her already tear-stained cheek. It had been threatening to rain all day, the gloomy heavens rumbling and grumbling as if nature was fighting against itself, trying to decide whether to release the flood already. Jackie Taylor had beat it to it. She had finally broken down after Coach Martinez's pep talk. It had been the final straw of the day. No, the year. She had managed to keep her composure until she found herself outside of his office. Only then had she allowed herself to let a very bitter, single tear slip from her eye that had soon turned into full-blown sobbing and wailing. She spent about thirty minutes hiding in one of the bathroom stalls because, ' What would people think if they saw her like this ?' Crying like a little baby, all covered in snot, her perfect hair now a mess, her pretty hazel eyes all puffy and red. Embarrassing. After regaining some of her composure and making herself presentable again, she finally mustered the courage to leave the stall of shame and head home. Most of her classmates had already left, so she had successfully managed to exit the school without anyone seeing her or asking questions. But of course, something had to fuck up her day some more, naturally.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself as she gazed up at the roaring sky. No ride, no umbrella, and her life, threatening to fall apart. She quickened her pace, hoping she would get home before the rain got worse. Well, she didn't. The rain got worse. Much worse. A cloudburst had manifested itself as if to throw one last ' Fuck You, Jackie' , right in her face. She started mentally recalling all the times she had been mean to people to see if her actual karma added up to the amount of bullshit life was serving her in its finest tableware. She kept walking and thinking, asking God to forgive all her sins and make the rain go away, or at least slow it down until she got home. But all she got from God was silence, and Jackie thought that maybe even God himself didn't love her. Laura Lee and her nonsense.

She was walking as fast as she could now, almost running. She held her varsity jacket above her head, trying to shield herself from the downpour, but to no avail. It was soaked—she was soaked. "Fucking hell!" She groaned grumpily, her feet splashing in the large puddles that had now formed on the ground. She heard the faint sound of a car engine coming from behind, and then she saw the car in question slow down and roll beside her. She didn't stop. The last thing she wanted to do now was talk to some stranger or be offered a ride by some crazy person, and she ended up getting murdered and thrown in some ditch. Was that a bit of a far-fetched thought? Maybe, but considering how her day had gone so far... Hell, maybe getting murdered wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen to her. She stopped and turned to look at the car; its window was now rolled halfway down. Jackie then wished for it. She wished it had been a stranger, offering her a ride home and murdering her halfway there, only to dispose of her body somewhere in the wilderness, for it never to be found. But it wasn't. It wasn't a stranger. Jackie then knew for sure that not only did God not love her, but he actually hated her guts. "Fucking Laura Lee and her almighty God!"

"Jackie?" Shauna's voice flew in between the falling rain and made its way to Jackie's ears, making her flinch. She just stood there, looking at her best friend—no, her ex-best friend—without saying a word. Shauna squinted her eyes and moved closer to the window. "Come on, get in."

Jackie Taylor didn't fuck around. No thunder, no rain, and no God was going to get in her way of going home, and she did not need Shauna Shipman's help to do it. She didn't need Shauna in her life anymore; she didn't want her in it. So she just turned around and continued walking briskly, determined to make it to her destination, even if she would have to eventually swim to get there. The car appeared next to her again, rolling at the same pace as her walking one, and Shauna's voice came out of the opened window once more.