AN: Gosh I'm sorry it took so long to get this up. So much stuff has been happening. School is really taking a huge chuck out of my life, but that's okay, I love my school. So enjoy this, oh and sorry to leave you with a clift hanger. Smile and hope for the best.
Due to Greg's persuading and dirty looks, nobody asked Sara anything. They kept quite and Sara never offered an explanation for anything.
A predictable exception to the wall of silence was Kiley. She was rightfully concerned about her foster sister, but probably went about the wrong way of getting answers. She was aggressive in her fear, causing Sara to shut her out completely, not speaking to Kiley for almost a week.
When Sara actually started talking to Kiley again, she still didn't mention anything that had happened that night. Finally Kiley wised up and stopped asking questions.
Days passed, things changed. Sara was still in a silent, depressive state, never smiling or laughing. But she was getting better, without any therapy except that of her best friends. Greg stuck by her more often, not crossing the line to become possessive, but still more often the usual. Her friends acted normal, not babying her to often, and Sara was grateful for that.
"When," Sara asked Miss Cole, her social worker. They were in her office, Sara asking questions about when her mother would be out on parol.
"In June," Miss Cole said. Sara nodded sadly, her mind already working.
"She already applied for custody," Sara asked. Miss Cole nodded. Well Sara wasn't going to let that happen. She would have to do something.
"Greg," Sara spoke to her boyfriends later that day. "You have family everywhere right?"
"On every continent except Antarctic," Greg said proudly.
"What about New York City," Sara asked. Greg's face got serious all of a sudden.
"Yeah, why?"
"How do you think they would feel about taking on a teenager for a year or so?"
"Archie," Sara said, catching up to the Asian boy in the hallway. Archie turned and started walking along with her to their next class.
"Yeah," he asked.
"You being the computer genius that you are...I need to ask a favor of you."
The Valentine's Dance was fast approaching and it was sending a fever through the school. Of course Greg would be taking Sara, slightly against her will, and Warrick and Catherine would be going together. Archie actually asked Kiley to go with him, she accepted. Cassy was asked by a kid on the swim team and Nick was going stag.
Fredy surprised the school, by setting up a date for the dance with one Jeffrey Sumpter, a skinny, geeky kid. Fredy would gladly point out that just because he was confined to a wheel chair for the most part, it didn't mean he shouldn't be able to dance. This wasn't met with the highest acceptance, but Fredy didn't let that get him down and Jeffrey didn't either.
The school gym was decorated with hearts and pink lace. Typical valentine colors and shapes.
"You two are so cute," Cassy exclaimed to Fredy and Jeffrey. Fredy was sitting in his wheel chair, Jeffrey's hand was on his shoulder, both were grinning. Neither noticed a few boys glaring at them from across the room.
It was a happy day, happy night, just general cheer. Even Sara smiled when Greg kissed her at the request of Archie and Kiley. Nobody in that room, with the exception of two very twisted teenagers, had any sense of the horror that would come.
Then, near the end of the night, when most people were leaving, Sara got a horrible sense of Dejavu. Her stomach just dropped out of her. She felt cold and clammy all of a sudden and just froze, immediately stopped dancing with Greg. Greg gave her a weird look but he was distracted by a few kids running into the school café, shouting something about a shooting.
Sara cursed horribly and took off running, not bothering to see if Greg or anybody else was following her. She sprinted, knowing in her heart what had happened.
Greg chased after Sara, his head racing. He didn't know what Sara was playing at. He did catch up with her. Actually he almost ran into her. She was standing completely still in the middle of the parking lot. She started to bolt forwards again but Greg grabbed her this time. He held her still so she didn't escape. She struggled.
At first Greg couldn't understand what was wrong with her. The he saw what she was looking at.
Fredy and Jeffrey. They were sprawled out on the ground, looking as if they had fallen in those positions. Blood was pooled around them and neither was moving.
Greg didn't let go of Sara. Instead he turned her around, so she wouldn't see the bodies of her friends, not that it would do much good now. The damage was done.
Greg heard the others fast approaching. Not just the Nerd Squad, but other students. They all knew to stay back, but a few burst out in tears. A frantic dialing of cell phones was herd. Then there was one voice in the small crowd of 20 or so students that shouted something Greg would never want to hear again. He actually let go of Sara and leapt at the boy who had shouted. So did several other kids and the boy was bruised and bloodied almost as much as Fredy and Jeffrey.
Almost.