Prologue
There she sat, her back against the wall of the empty hallway. She had felt like crying, but she was in too much shock to even begin to remember how to.
It was easy for her to naturally know that it was past her bedtime by the pure exhaustion that had over come her body. Yawning, she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The only thing that had kept her from falling asleep, was the guilt that was eating away at her.
Her name was Rachel. Now, at the age of ten, she was on the shorter side, had soft light brown hair, green eyes. There always seemed to be a smile on her face, well, there was up until the last few days. The last few days for her were cold, tiring, and scary. That was nothing to smile about.
The little girl looked up and saw the person standing before her. "I'm sorry," she said as the tears finally began to fall from her eyes. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
Rachel then just stared off into the distance. Down the hallway, but nothing really in particular. Just any object, as her glazed over eyes stopped on the doors and her thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened over the last week. "I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt at all," she softly repeated to herself.
Okay, tell me what you think. Let me know if I should continue or not. Just an idea that I thought about during class today, lol, my mind tends to wander in fourth period.