I walked straight out of the building, my hands balled up into fists at my sides. No one stopped me, everyone knew me by now, and the disgusting pity everyone felt for me stopped them from punishing me. I drove straight home… but I was thinking now, my mind uncharacteristically active. Mom wouldn’t be home yet. I went straight up to my room, turning on my computer and waiting impatiently as it hummed to life. I charged my ipod, turning on the music through my itunes instead, it playing quietly in the background.
I opened up Word.
I clicked on ‘Open’
The document was staring me in the face. I took a deep breath, and opened ‘Remembering.’
I scrolled down a little ways, and started typing.