Alice paused. Her back was on her locker, and when she slid down in depression, all a passer by could hear was silence. A tear slipped down her porcelain cheek. In an almost perfect pursuit, her blonde head nestled into her knees, arms wrapping around her scuffed denim knees.
"Alice? Alice, honey, are you okay?"
Someone stooped next to her. She neither wanted to confront her or slash out at her. All she wanted was to sit, forever, and ever, and ever.
