DISCLAIMER: I don't own Daughters of the Moon or any related things, but
I've made up some characters for this.
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Two hours later, Carmen headed for school on the bus. She felt like she was going to fall asleep in her seat and tried everything just to stay awake. Feeling guilty, she let a feeble old lady have her seat.
As Carmen was grasping onto the hanging strip of cloth attached to the ceiling, the lady looked at her seriously and said, "You're very troubled, aren't you?"
How could she tell? Did she look like she had no sleep? "Don't worry about me, I'm fine," Carmen stated cheerfully.
"I can see right through you. The way out of a problem is sometimes the way in," and with that the lady stepped off the bus.
"The way out is the way in, the way out is the way in," she whispered over to herself, as if saying it would give her a meaning. Actually knowing the problem may help to find the solution.
On the next stop, five girls from La Brea, like Carmen, stepped on. Two had black hair, one had blond, one had brunette, and the last one had a funky dyed red. She had seen them in the halls, but they must've been a year ahead of her in school.
A sudden wave of energy hit her head, strong enough to make her jerk to the side. An odd sensation pierced through her mind, like something was rummaging its way through. Pain zipped through the back of her head and suddenly the feeling was gone. Impossible, nothing could go through your mind. . .
Before she knew it, the municipal bus had stopped at school and she stepped off. The five girls where in front of her in the line for the metal detectors and the red-head kept taking little glances at her. What would somebody want with her?
"Hey!" somebody called and jokingly punched Carmen's shoulder from behind. It was Mackenzie, of the La Brea's girl hockey team offence players and one of Carmen's friends. She was tall, with a perfect tan and wavy brunette hair and pretty popular when it came to guys, but tough on the rink. "You up for tonight's game? I'm about as ready as I can get. I have my lucky socks on."
"Not really, I kept waking up last night. I'll probably fall asleep in school."
"Move ahead, girls," a guard said roughly and pulled their bags onto the detectors. "Class starts in eight minutes and I have over six hundred more people to check."
The two girls picked up their bags and Mackenzie just glared at the guards. "Sorry," Carmen apologized and turned to Mackenzie. "I'll see you then, I guess."
"See ya, 'round!" Mackenzie replied and turned down another hall.
Carmen began to ponder again on the elderly lady's message. The way out is the way in... Get into a problem to get out? That made absolutely no sense, wouldn't the way out be the – what would it be?
She set this thought aside in her mind. There were more important things for the time being, like school and hockey. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to get through either without concentrating on this – which she did a lot.
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Two hours later, Carmen headed for school on the bus. She felt like she was going to fall asleep in her seat and tried everything just to stay awake. Feeling guilty, she let a feeble old lady have her seat.
As Carmen was grasping onto the hanging strip of cloth attached to the ceiling, the lady looked at her seriously and said, "You're very troubled, aren't you?"
How could she tell? Did she look like she had no sleep? "Don't worry about me, I'm fine," Carmen stated cheerfully.
"I can see right through you. The way out of a problem is sometimes the way in," and with that the lady stepped off the bus.
"The way out is the way in, the way out is the way in," she whispered over to herself, as if saying it would give her a meaning. Actually knowing the problem may help to find the solution.
On the next stop, five girls from La Brea, like Carmen, stepped on. Two had black hair, one had blond, one had brunette, and the last one had a funky dyed red. She had seen them in the halls, but they must've been a year ahead of her in school.
A sudden wave of energy hit her head, strong enough to make her jerk to the side. An odd sensation pierced through her mind, like something was rummaging its way through. Pain zipped through the back of her head and suddenly the feeling was gone. Impossible, nothing could go through your mind. . .
Before she knew it, the municipal bus had stopped at school and she stepped off. The five girls where in front of her in the line for the metal detectors and the red-head kept taking little glances at her. What would somebody want with her?
"Hey!" somebody called and jokingly punched Carmen's shoulder from behind. It was Mackenzie, of the La Brea's girl hockey team offence players and one of Carmen's friends. She was tall, with a perfect tan and wavy brunette hair and pretty popular when it came to guys, but tough on the rink. "You up for tonight's game? I'm about as ready as I can get. I have my lucky socks on."
"Not really, I kept waking up last night. I'll probably fall asleep in school."
"Move ahead, girls," a guard said roughly and pulled their bags onto the detectors. "Class starts in eight minutes and I have over six hundred more people to check."
The two girls picked up their bags and Mackenzie just glared at the guards. "Sorry," Carmen apologized and turned to Mackenzie. "I'll see you then, I guess."
"See ya, 'round!" Mackenzie replied and turned down another hall.
Carmen began to ponder again on the elderly lady's message. The way out is the way in... Get into a problem to get out? That made absolutely no sense, wouldn't the way out be the – what would it be?
She set this thought aside in her mind. There were more important things for the time being, like school and hockey. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to get through either without concentrating on this – which she did a lot.