Shayna walks through the crowded hallways knowing that she shouldn't be here. Mr. Mase her math teacher noticed Shayna has been different the past month. No one knows why. He wants to ask her if she is okay but he is to 'chicken' (by high schooler standards). Mr. Mase is a thoughtful man with an odd passion for math and deep care for high schoolers (I still don't understand why most of them are awful except for a few like Shayna). Mr. Mase is not normally one to ask the kids if they are alright. Although, lots of students often confined in Mr. Mase. He listens and respects their voices. Even though he was an adult he understood that as a teenager most of the time you just wanted to be heard and understood, so that's what he gave them.
Yesterday, Shayna struggled to get out of bed, she opened her eyes then closed them again. Her second alarm rung- she jumped up and turned it off. She didn't expect the sound to be so loud; every little thing seems to be scaring her recently. She groaned and flopped back on her bed. Can I just stay here, she thought. She knows she has to get up and get ready for school. She opened her closet which is about half the size of her small room- she practically lives in there. Her small room, she loves it. It is the only place she really belongs. In her the-only-things-that-fit-are-a-tv-desk-bed-bookshelf-and-now- there-is-only-4-square-foot-left room. Her clothes are quite boring, plain (I guess as a narrator I sound be objective, right? Well, like Shayna's clothing, I find objective is boring). Her wardrobe filled with white and pastel-colored clothing (I don't know how she doesn't stain them). If I'm honest Shayna's personality is the opposite of her wardrobe.
She was not a 'soft' person as the cloths and typical made her seem. Her math teacher fell for her facade, most people do. Shayna wears a ribbon around her neck. It is a crimson red that contrasts the colors she wears. I used to see it as a bold fashion statement. Well, until I saw her talking to Mr. Mase. The last bell had just rung. I was going to ask him a question for an assignment. I saw Mr.Mase and Shayna talking; he finally asked her if she was alright. He looked away and was erasing the whiteboard while they were talking. I was stayed out in the hallway because I saw them talking through the window. She took off her ribbon. She took her ribbon and Shayna chocked him with it. Now, Mr. Mase is lying dead on the floor and she saw me. "Omg," is the only thing I can whisper.