© 2015 E.L. Walton
Jane had no friends. She was only a spec of pollen on a tiny wallflower whose world became obscure on February 22nd 2015. That same day she'd spent most of her lunch sitting in the library reading old Sherlock Holmes novels she treated like babies fresh from the womb. Dean Castillo swore he saw her smile at the book and told everyone that he'd seen a miracle. Of course no one believed him – because Jane does not show emotion.
Everyone thought what he or she wanted to think of Jane or they didn't know who Jane even was. But if there was one rule the chaotic ground that was Nelson Bates High School adopted it was that no one loved Jane. No one would ever love Jane.
