Too Much

The cold air of wind wraps around me, circling me, comforting me. The cold will probably be my friend today. I try not to think about my past. Being in this exact same car, driving to the same place, but in a different town. I am driving to school. I try not to think hard. But of course, trying not to think about it only results in thinking about it. Maybe it won’t be so bad, I coax.
The last thing I want to think about is school. So, I utilize my excellent driving skills and drive four measly miles over the speed limit. Call me a goody-goody, but these roads are pretty icy. Instead of worrying about school, I decide to wonder about school. I picture it in my mind, knowing full well it will not be what I visualize. I picture a three-story, brick, graffitied, with, a banner on the front casting the words ‘Wenstle High School’. Maybe.
My name is Luna Campbell. My parents died in a car crash four months ago. I am staying with my uncle. That is all anyone should know right? Right.