Amy Smith was a happy girl. Her smile could make anyone's day, and a lot of boys were just happy by seeing her beauty. But, little did the kids know, Amy's mother had passed recently. With the illness of skin cancer, Amy's mother left her forever. Her father begun drinking and... hurting Amy. She hid it from her friends but they could tell something was up. The way she mysteriously developed a speech impediment, the way she would come to school with her red jack slumped off her shoulders and the way her once-neat hair was now messy with one strand always going down her now anxious face. She stopped talking, laughing, smiling, eating--too scared of what the consequences were. Eventually, her friends left her and she became the sad black girl in the back of the classroom with what seemed no voice.
"Hey, are you okay?" Asked the boy who sat next to her. He had light crimson eyes and black hair. He always wore a black and red school uniform like all the other boys. Amy looked at him, startled by his soft voice.
"Y-yes..." she said with a voice soft from trauma.
"Okay, um..." He paused with awkward silence.
The teacher walked over and looked Amy in her blue eyes. "Ms. Smith, you must put that jacket on your shoulders. Now."
