Maya was still keeping her head down in the hallways a week later. There was nothing else she could do.
She spent her days alone, eating lunch in the library and avoiding everyone.
She took out her pent up feelings with various things; pranking, singing, drawing, and crazy stunts on video.
Today was a stunt day.
The day had been long and rough, and Maya didn't care about anything but feeling the rush of adrenaline she got after doing a stunt.
She climbed up the side of Foxfire, reaching the fourth story window. She had stacked a large amount of mattresses on the ground below her. She felt numb.
She tapped the record button on her iPod and made sure it was strapped on tight to her hand.
Maya didn't want to die; she had tested the mattresses from shorter heights and she wasn't even bruised. She was confident.
She took a deep breath and jumped.
The adreline faded quickly as she realized that she hadn't thought this through.
Her jump was off. She was going to land on the ground as a Maya pancake.
She screamed, hoping someone would hear her, but no one was around.
Her eyes found a windowsill and her hand reached out. Her fingertips caught it and the sudden stop caused her to bang against the stone wall.
She managed to climb up, slipping the phone off her fingers and sobbing.
She cried until there was nothing left to cry. She had been stupid enough to think no one loved her; she was so dumb. She had almost died because she was numb and blind to her own stupidity. So she just cried.
When her eyes were finally dry, she found that the window behind her was unlocked. She scrambled through, kicking her phone in the process. It tumbled down, still recording.