CLAIRE'S BEDROOM
2:01 AM
NOVEMBER 11th
Claire woke with a start. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. It read 2:01 AM. She slid out of bed and padded over to the window. The sky was a purplish-gray that only happened after a big snow fall, it was her favorite color. She tip-toed down the hall passed her brothers room, and her fathers closed door trying to suppress the sobs. In the kitchen she pulled on her Ugg's and slowly pushed open the front door. The cold, crisp air welcomed her with an odd sensation that sent shivers up and down her spine. A smile spread across her lips. A walk sounded good. She made her way down the street and found herself standing under a street light across the from Cam's house. Why was she here? She felt as if her mom had guided her here for some reason. Maybe she wanted Claire to be loved like she used to be. Back when her mom was alive, when Cam had been hers. It felt like a lifetime ago. She and Cam had broken up. She had been thrown out of TPC. Then, in late summer she got the phone call about her mom. After her mom, everything else fell apart. They moved out of the Block Guest House and into a small apartment. Her father could no longer afford OCD so she enrolled in public school where her grades plummeted. That was three years ago. She hadn't seen or spoken to anyone from OCD/Briarwood since. She was sure they wouldn't even recognize her. Her white blonde had grown out into golden locks, her eyes now navy. She was tall, 5' 9", still as thin as a stick. But, the change hadn't only happened on the outside. Her happy-go-lucky attitude was long since gone. She gazed back at Cam's house. It hadn't changed much. Had Cam changed? Claire turned and walked away, left only with questions.