The photo is a character named Tammy, You'll find out about her later in this chapter.
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It was a sunny day. I could still remember the cold morning dew that rested itself peacefully on my car windshield, using their cold mass the fog up the class. I remember how smooth the black leather seats felt against my gentle touch. I remember it all.
Why am I talking about memories? It's a complicated story..
Lets just say, I like to live in those moments, even though they don't seem very memorable. Like how my little sisters hair looked perfect, except for a few excess strands of hair that were too short to be pulled into a ponytail. They bring comfort to me most of the time, which causes me to daydream a lot.
But trust me, once you've been where I have, you'll even remember and cherish a piece of paper you found on the ground.
Anyways, back to my flashback--
The day was normal, a shining sun greeted the faces of exhausted high school goers, as the birds sang their gentle tunes, harmonizing with the others perfectly, as if they were trying to cheer up the dull faces of the students, either waiting for the bus to come and whisk them away to the boring place called high school, or the unfortunate ones who were walking there. The sidewalks were tinted brown in certain places where the sun's rays hadn't evaporated the water left by the rain storm the day before. I could see the faces of my old friends-- although now I cannot remember their names. They waited by the bus stop for me to pick them up in my car, like they did every morning.
I remember every little detail of that day. The way my first friend wore her hair in curls, a lock of her hair pushed behind her ears to show off her new earrings, and her chocolate brown eyes, glistening in the sunlight, making them look pure black. Her graphic t-shirt that proudly stated the name of our favorite band, which I cannot remember the name of.. Evaness... something like that. Her ripped jeans making a small noise as they rubbed against each other while she climbed over the passenger seat of my car to get into the back.
Then there was my other friend. Her long, straight hair flowing down to the middle of her back, with a small, dull, green accessory clinging to her head by her left ear. Her green eyes glowing, as if they were a cats on Halloween night. She wore her black shirt with ruffles in it hanging off her right shoulder, leaving it bare. She had on black jeans, with a few rhinestones embedded into them.
I remember walking up the twenty-seven steps that lead up to the main hall to our high school. I remember the papers that were hung up on the bulletin board that announced special events.
I even remember every single word on one of those papers.
I could see the way my first class looked whenever I closed my eyes. The thirty-four desks arranged in rows, each with a sheet of paper on it, for us to take a weekly quiz. I remember sitting down with a number two pencil in my hand, writing down my name and looking at the teacher as other students arrived. I remember her exact words as she called us to attention, announcing important messages, and moving on to writing the essay questions on the board.
I remember being bored out of my mind, waiting for something fun to happen.
But the thing that happened wasn't exactly fun. In fact, it was the exact opposite of fun.
Why you may ask? Well picture this:
Imagine seeing some random girl dressed in entirely in scary black clothing with weird signs drawn on her face with eyeliner walk in, and walk straight up to you.
