The one behind it all

Alone

CLARA'S POV
I wake up, to yet another gloomy day. Everyday has been gloomy ever since Giselle died. I miss her more than anything. I haven't spoken since she died, to anyone. Not even my parents. Not a word. Mom and Dad took me to a doctor. They said I was depressed. I'm not surprised. Giselle was more than my sister, she was my best friend.
I don't have many friends, if any at all. I'm too quiet, and they don't accept that. Giselle did. She was the only one who did. We never fought, ever. I remember that we used to go into each other's bed during the night, and talk about our day. I know she got bullied, and I know she hated it. But she never showed it. She was always so happy.

Why did they do it? Whoever they were....
Giselle was a good person. She had a heart of gold. She was the only person that kept me going in this horrible world, now I don't have anyone.
I'm all alone.

EMILY'S POV
I walk into studio A, terrified of whether Michelle knows that Daniel told the police.
"Hey, Emily" I hear a voice say.
I turn around to see Hunter.
"Hi, Hunter" I say.
I'm so glad to see him.
"So, I was wondering, do you want to hang out at culture shock after dance today"?
"Sure" I say.
"Cool, so, how are you"? He asks.
"I'm ok, how are you"?
"Yeah, I'm cool. That Eldon kid hasn't annoyed you again has he"?
"No, I'm ok" I say.
"Good" he says.
Michelle, the dance captain, then walks in to start rehearsals.
"We'd better go" Hunter says.
I nod my head, and make my way to the floor.

CLARA'S POV
I walk into my first class, and sit in my usual spot, at the end of the four seater length table, so I don't have to talk to any of my friends.
Slowly, one by one the class begins to fill up.
"Hi, Clara" Kate says.
I smile a little and wave my hand.
I see her turn to face Ashley. Ashley rolls her eyes.

My Photography teacher starts to talk about some historical photography stuff.
Giselle loved History. She was good at it too. She always used to tell me stories, set in Ancient Greece or Rome. I loved her stories. I loved her.
"Clara, can you please answer my question" Sir says.
I look up at him.
Crap! What did he ask?
"S-sorry"? I quietly say.
This is the first time I've spoken since Giselle's death.
"Who gave birth to the first self portraits"? He asks.
"Oh, um"'I stutter.
"You either know this, or not, Clara" he says, banging his hand on the table.
Kate and Ashley laugh.
Bitches.
"Now, does anyone here, really know their stuff"? Sir asks.
"Louis Diguerre, was famous for the diguarian process, he painted people with a sharp reflection like a mirror. Now, your totally stuck in the retro zone, sad face" Ashley says, snarling at me, as the rest of the class laughs. The teacher just continues to teach the class.

I keep my head down for the rest of the lesson.