Sandra shrank down the hallway, folding her shoulders over her torso. She hugged her precious spiral to her chest, her eyes focusing on the feet trampling around her. She moved slowly through the crowd of chattering teenagers, barely hearing the squeals of glee over having a date for friday or who bench pressed more weight. Selfconsciencely she ran her hand through her tangled hair, knowing that to the high school world it must look like a cat puked up a hair ball on her head. Spotting the girls bathroom, she said a thankfull prayer and escaped from the hallway. Once opening the door, she wasn’t sure if the smoked filled room was any consulation from the hallway.