An hour later, they let us back into the school. The seventh grade was instructed to go to their sixth hour classes. On my way, I passed the Unified Arts wing. It was roped off, and I glimpsed policemen, standing and talking with the principal. In Language Arts, sixth period, my teacher let us talk and play games. Everyone was discussing the situation animatedly - everyone had an opinion that they wanted to share. Me, I just sat there. We switched classes at the regular time, and I crossed the hall for Math. My teacher talked to us about the incident, explaining some things and asking about others. I continued to sit in silence. Tears welled in my eyes. _Don't cry._ _Please don't._ People asked me if I was okay, and I said nothing. Finally my teacher came and sat down next to me, asking if I wanted to talk, if everything was alright. When I stayed silent, she took me out in the hall to get a drink, even though the teachers weren't supposed to give hall passes. And only then did I cry. 2008-04-19T18:46:38Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/28021 <p>Very good point, pinprick. I wrote a sequel and hope it clears things up a little.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/28021?basename=57444 2008-04-19T18:46:38Z emma jo_234 http://ficlets.com/authors/emmaj <p>The story is penned well, with great imagery, but I still don&#8217;t understand why you&#8217;re crying. What exactly is going through your head?</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/28021?basename=57443 2008-04-19T18:37:38Z Valley Fey/Pinprick http://ficlets.com/authors/imandynan0