*** SHAY WILSON ***

"Do you want me to drive you to school, sweetie?" Dad asks. "Sure." He's never around. "Ok." We get into the car and drive off. As we pull up to the school, I can't help but notice : it's huge. And, it's also full of people. I recognize the two guys from next door when I look over to a corner full of guys in football jerseys. Although, the one I think is Josh looks pretty upset. I can't imagine why. His blond hair is touseled and unbrushed, and his deep blue eyes scan the crowd frantically, over and over again. I can tell he's trying not to let his friends see that he's looking for something. Or someone. His eyes dart in my direction and settle there for a moment before darting away. He turns to his brother and whispers in his ear.

"Bye, Shay," Dad says. Oops. I hastily hop out of the car and wave good-bye. I search the crowd for a friendly looking group to go join. Nope. Oh well, I'll go talk to the twins and their friends. Nope.

I'm stopped on my way over. Female. African American. Green hair. "You're new, aren't you?" I nod. "The name's Shay Wilson." "I'm LarIsha Watson. You don't wanna go over there." I shrug. "The twins, they're my next-door neighbors." "Ohhhh, girl. I am so sorry."