Hilary Swood was dead.
Everyone was talking about it. School had been cancelled for a week, just to let kids recover from the shock. I braced myself for the scene inside the school. Everybody past these doors was most likely devastated that the one and only Hilary had been shot in the spinal chord, by a suicidal maniac, who didn't care to die alone. She had never treated anyone with disrespect, and always managed to make anyone smile. I pushed open the doors, and silence rang through my ears. I walked into the highschool, where people milled about, unsure on what to say. You could hear the occasional sob come from somewhere distant, but no one noticed. I walked calmly to my locker, with every pair of eyes on me. The teal lockers were covered in hearts mad out construction paper that read 'RIP.' I opened my locker, and grabbed my Algebra 2 book. As I slammed my locker shut, Kelly, one of the cheerleaders, appeared on the other side. "It's so sad. I mean, she was so young, and no one, like, expected it." She twirled her blonde, curly hair with her finger, and smacked her gum. "And I can't imagine how Jackson feels. People are saying he cut his hair, like, deadly short. He isn't cute anymore. What a shame," she finished, staring at me. "I mean, c'mon Mallory, don't you feel sad at all?" Her crystal blue eyes burned into my green ones. I sighed, and said, "Of course I do, I just learn to hide my emotions. It's not like she was YOUR sister. How could you possibly know what I'm feeling?" Kelly sucked in her breath, "Mallory, you know I didn't mean it like that! She was your sister, why aren't you crying?" I stared at her. My only sibling was dead, and she was asking me why I wasn't crying. "Because she wouldn't want me to cry." I turned on my heel, and walked off. Kelly had hardly spoken to me before my sister, Hilary, had passed, and now she tried to be my friend?
What a bitch.
