Part one
The windows in the tiny kitchen of the two bedroom apartment building has a sheet of condensation on them from the drastic contrast of warmth inside and cold outside. The clock chimes it's recognizable tune in the background, it's 6 o clock now. Maggie sits quietly at the wooden table picking at her macaroni . "I'm worried about you." Maggie's mom says. "I made your favorite dinner and you won't even eat it?"
"I'm not hungry." Maggie says, as she looks outside at the now gently falling snowflakes outside the window. Her mom tries to hide her worried expression but the concern is apparent in her voice. "Now what's really wrong, I know you must be hungry because you refused your breakfast this morning, did something happen at school today?"
Maggie's relationship with her mother had been stronger then ever since "it" happened so Maggie wondered why this was so hard to tell her. For the first time in her 14 years, Maggie had messed up. Maggie screwed up big time...