Nameless
She walked down the hall. Head down. Hands clasped in front of her. She had made a huge mistake. Nobody would know she had done it. She had planned it out perfectly. All she had to do was run and never look back. But something was weighed her down. She looked through the black hair hanging in her face and saw someone walking toward her. She moved to the side and turned to the wall to hide. But it's hard to hide black on white. She now wished she had worn a different color instead of all black but the darkness had to come out. That's why she had done it. She was so mad. At that boy. At the school. At the whole world. He'd used her for his own little devices. Now she had no friends and everyone hated her. Her own parents didn't know what to think of her.
Once the person had walked by she continued forward. She walked right out the front door and never went home. Never looked back. Not even when the bomb went off.