As Kayla walked through the hallway I saw too many people. More than I should know. Why does this feel wired to walk through the same hallway I always do? Kayla’s black skinny jeans with the chains on them made noise. The noise they always do. A mixture of sadness and depression. It was a normal Tuesday. During passing period. Kayla looked to her left. She saw two of the most popular people in the school. Katie and Dawson. Making out by the lockers. She felt a sudden shock of depression. More than she ever felt before.
