'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in you hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Whoa breathe, just breathe
"I would say I help as many kids as I can. That's why I got into education.
But I don't get to see every kid.
I try to keep an eye out, but you have to count on kids to come to you. And not every kid who does come to you is able to ask for the help they need. Not every kid tells you the whole truth. Not every kid who comes to you in pain can tell you where it hurts."
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"How did they take it?" Zach asked as he and I sat together on the beach Sunday afternoon.
It was the first time that we had gotten a chance to talk since Friday afternoon, both of us having been busy with our own problems. He was still nervous for May after getting those photographs of her, not to mention the fact that his mother was still insisting that he help and support Bryce. Then I had my own things to deal with, having spent most of Saturday talking with Jessica after my sudden confession to her and Mrs. Baker on Friday night.
"They were both surprised," I shrugged, not sure what else I could really say. It was the truth, Mrs. Baker and Jessica had both been surprised by the news that I had been raped as well. "They both kept saying how they knew I was hurting but they'd never thought that was the reason. Apparently I'm pretty good at concealing my emotions."
"I could've told you that," he scoffed. "You're like a brick wall to anyone that doesn't know you well enough."
"Oh, really?" I raised a brow at him. "And what am I to you, Dempsey?"
"An open book," he slung an arm around my shoulders, holding me close to his side. I allowed my head to rest against his shoulder as I buried my bare feet deeper in the sand, having ditched my shoes the moment we had arrived. "Though some parts are written in Latin."
"I think I prefer Braille," I joked. "Makes it less dead."
"Braille then," he corrected himself. "You're pretty honest with everyone around you, never having much to hide. Though you do still have your moments where to try and hide things to try and protect those around you. Just like you're doing right now."
"I'm thinking about skipping school tomorrow," I admitted. "At least the first half, anyways."
"How come?" He asked.
"I heard that they called Mr. Porter in to testify early," I informed him. "I know he royally fucked up with Hannah, but I think he could use someone in the courtroom on his side."
