CHAPTER TWO
The bathroom door burst open with a bang. Jessica looked up demurely from her French homework.
"Kirsty again?"
"Yes." Dawn said, which brought on a new onslaught of tears.
"Shh..." mummered Jessica. "We go through this every day. And every day I tell you 'They don't know. They
never lost a mother. And they don't know how scary it is to be so angry and scared to..." She trailed off. She
knew Dawn would soo regain control of her self.
"Maybe its time to start telling yourself that," she finished.
"You're right, you're right," Dawn said, regaining control and wiping the tears off her face. She walked over
to the sink and wet a paper towel. "I can't go on like this. I'll die of dehydration."
Jessica giggled. "You've cried enough tears to grow watermelons in the Sahara." Dawn started giggling too.
Suddenly she stopped.
"My French book is in my locker." Silence. They both knew Dawn's locker was on the other side of the
school. Which meant walking through the halls. Again. Which was basically, in Dawn's mind, a Kamikazi
mission.
"Whatever. I'll go without. I'm basically failing all my classes anyway. Do I look non-teary?"
"Beautiful. Let's go."
They walked out of the bathroom together, smiling as if they had been appling make-up or trading secrets
instead of healing heart-breaks.
The bathroom door burst open with a bang. Jessica looked up demurely from her French homework.
"Kirsty again?"
"Yes." Dawn said, which brought on a new onslaught of tears.
"Shh..." mummered Jessica. "We go through this every day. And every day I tell you 'They don't know. They
never lost a mother. And they don't know how scary it is to be so angry and scared to..." She trailed off. She
knew Dawn would soo regain control of her self.
"Maybe its time to start telling yourself that," she finished.
"You're right, you're right," Dawn said, regaining control and wiping the tears off her face. She walked over
to the sink and wet a paper towel. "I can't go on like this. I'll die of dehydration."
Jessica giggled. "You've cried enough tears to grow watermelons in the Sahara." Dawn started giggling too.
Suddenly she stopped.
"My French book is in my locker." Silence. They both knew Dawn's locker was on the other side of the
school. Which meant walking through the halls. Again. Which was basically, in Dawn's mind, a Kamikazi
mission.
"Whatever. I'll go without. I'm basically failing all my classes anyway. Do I look non-teary?"
"Beautiful. Let's go."
They walked out of the bathroom together, smiling as if they had been appling make-up or trading secrets
instead of healing heart-breaks.