Manny stood still, her eyes wide as she watched her teacher receive the news. She turned her head to the desk towards the back of the class, the one that should have held her best friend, or ex best friend. She turned back, watching her media immersion teacher collapse to the ground, sobbing. Her eyes filled with tears as she pushed herself away from the desk, pulling at her hair.
She knew, she didn't need anyone to tell her what happened, how it happened, she just knew. She shook as she broke down in her chair. She knew people were staring, wondering, what was wrong with their teacher and now, Manny. But soon they will get it. Her body fell to the ground, she felt so alone.
She turned, hearing Mr. Simpson re-enter the classroom, tears still pouring down his face, a face filled with pain. He wobbled over to his desk, turning his head away from the class and their curious faces. He got his bag slowly, and then crept back to the door, Manny's eyes were overflowing with tears, and she made a weak attempt to stand on her wobbling legs.
"No!" She cried, trying to stop her teacher from leaving the classroom and taking her hope with her. "No! No-no-no!" Her cries were desperate, pleading with herself, telling herself that her friend was here, and she was fine, that she was just going to turn around and be there. She was screaming, but she didn't care, she just didn't want to know what had happened.
Snake turned to the girl, glaring at her, trying to quiet her. Manny shook her head, and kept yelling, pulling at her hair again, trying to make him stop. His eyes told her that she was right in her assumptions, and that she should shut up. She couldn't just shut up, she just couldn't. He dropped his bag, suddenly furious with the brunette, and yelled.
"She was MY daughter!" Tears sprang from his eyes as he collapsed, falling to his knees. Nothing made sense to him, how could this have happened? His beautiful, healthy daughter was perfect, how could this have happened to her. Manny bit her lips and continued to cry, rolling herself into a ball on the floor, hoping to find comfort and feeling within herself.
The classroom was quiet, filled with the sound of two people sobbing, and the sound of their tears hitting the floor. Both thinking the same thing. How could this have happened to her, and why did it have to happen like this.
Emma strolled through the empty streets of Toronto, blissfully drunk, and in the company of Spinner Mason. Both were stumbling over each other, laughing at their echoes and the birds who were still chirping. They had found solace in each others company, and in the company of alcohol. Emma twirled in the middle of the street, stopping to look into a house.
She watched as an older man and woman turned off the light above them and lefted the room. The sight made her eyes tear up, knowing that for her, that would never happen, and that she would never get a happy ending. Spinner waltzed up next to her, bottle in hand, and she grabbed it, swallowing the bitter liquid down.
"You know Spin?" She slurred her words as she wrapped her arm around his broad shoulders, hoping that he would stay balanced enough to hold her. "Were good people, and I don't think people know that…" the bottle fell out of her petite hand, and the couple burst out in laughter, finding the broken glass on the ground to be the funniest thing in the world.
"I think people know you're a good girl, Miss Nelson. It's me that they have a problem with." He laughed, still looking at the colorful glass in the middle of the road. Both were transfixed by the way the color and light sprayed off of each broken piece. Emma sighed, and explained herself further.
"People don't think I'm good…They used to… But now they don't… I am a fuck up, and people will always think that… That's what this world did…" Her words were soft and spoken fondly. Spinner looked at the small blonde girl with her arm over his shoulders and sighed. He knew that right now, they were not the most popular people in the world, and right now, all they really had was each other.
Spinner had gotten expelled from the school he had always gone to, that all his friends go to. He had just gone through the most horrible three months of his life, all because of one mistake, he bullied a psycho and he blamed his best friend. He had gotten his best friend shot, and lost all his other friends. He was alone, except for Emma.
Emma had almost been shot, and had watched the love of her life go back home. She, however, coped with the shooting by going down on the school bad boy and getting gonorrhea. She had about gotten over everything, when she learned that her little brother might have cancer. Scared, she went over to her parent's friend's house, only to find her best friends boyfriend there. He had comforted her in her time of need, and kissed her.
Everything had fallen apart for her from then on. Her best friend told everyone at school what she had done, and no one would talk to her. She was slowly failing, and had no one to talk to. She was mocked mercilessly and ignored for more then a month. She had no one, that is, she didn't, till she started talking to Spinner one day at the Dot. They had bonded in their worst moments of life and became close friends. Even though Emma couldn't see him during school, the thought of him kept her going.
Emma smiled as her wrapped his strong arms around her, and they stumbled over the glass to the lonely bus stop, sitting there fore two hours, before walking home. Both thinking about their messed up lives.