she sat on her bed, legs crossed, looking through an old book she
kept under her bed.
''that egghead will pay..'' she muttered.
she sat her hand on one of the pictures in the book tears
streaming.
flare had already done her work and handed it to the teacher.
she just hung around waiting for the bell to ring.
she had her face covered with the hood on her sweatshirt.
flare sat in the corner of the library surrounded by books.
she had put her hood back as small cut marks could be seen on her
nose.
she was to zoned out on reading to know whats going on around her.