This is a test story I'm starting, starring Tyra and Landry. I don't own Friday Night Lights, either book, original movie or the tv show built from it.. Please do read and review.
Football season was over now, the town of Dillon awash in celebrations of the high school team's championship win. A tall blonde walked the streets on her way home from school, passing the Alamo Freeze, and becoming frozen herself as her eyes swept across the parking lot and the space his truck had been in that night. Her thoughts were torn from how lame the whole thing was, putting so much worship into football and the boys who play it, to the harrowing assault she'd gone through. As if it were happening again, she saw the entire event. Recalled her fright and desperation, felt his hands pawing at her, and heard his scream when she'd scorched his flesh and escaped.
Some moments later, seeming to her as if an eternity had passed, she emerged from those memories to find a number of people staring, perhaps questioning her sanity from the way she'd been rooted to the spot, staring straight ahead, while screaming "No! No! Stop!" Her homeward trek resumed quickly, feet carrying her at a rapid clip as the thoughts continued to churn.
Reaching her home, then her bedroom, she sat and hugged her knees into her chest, rocking slowly and trying to chase the memories away. They continued, moving along to the aftermath of being nearly raped. There was Landry Clarke, finding her in the lot frantically trying to collect her scattered papers and herself, embracing her and trying to give comfort. And more Landry, insisting she not simply be a silent victim. Pushing her to file charges and taking her to Tami Taylor.
She recalled anew how she'd pushed him away outside the police station after giving her statement and filing the criminal complaint, heard her own harsh voice speaking to him, and saw the look on his face as she stormed away. The images spread out, some from before her attack and some from after. His academic assistance, the awkward way he had of asking her out, his expression when she railed at him and later when she went to Tim Riggins.
There, seated on her bed, she felt the shame and regret washing over her in waves.