The last few weeks had been surprisingly lonely and worse than any usual day, which is almost unbelievable. Dawn yawned and stepped out of the bathroom, trying her best not to be disturbed by the many people staring at her, as if they'd known her little secret. It had been like this from day one, but she never got over the nervousness that leaving the bathroom had brought her. Anyone that really knew her, which was no one, would know that she absolutely hated public bathrooms, and would probably hold it in all day if she had to. But, no one knew her, which was one reason that it was all in her head. Of course no one knew her secret, and she'd made sure that no one would try to get to know her, so no one would find out about her secret.
With a swift motion, Dawn threw her all-too-secretive backpack back on her shoulder and walked to the courtyard. She hadn't really felt like going to class, and the courtyard was about the only place that she could stand. The gym was too noisy, the library was too quiet, and every other place fitted in those two categories. The courtyard was large, so the amount of noise was right in the middle and it was cramped, so most people just minded their own business. Granted, most of them were walking the other way, trying to get to class, so she probably looked strange walking away from class, but it wasn't like she cared. Most knew not to mess with her. (here comes the deja vu) However, as Dawn was making her way passed the crowds, she suddenly felt her bottom hit solid ground, and let out a low growl. "What the hell... This again. HEY-" She started but she could no longer speak, when the face she looked up to was a familiar one. Probably the only face she knew in that entire school. She didn't bother paying attention to anyone else. "Larkin..." She whispered and almost let a smile spread across her face. But then she remembered something. It'd been six weeks and they hadn't spoken. Hell, she hadn't even seen the guy around, she didn't know what happened to him. All she knew was that she was utterly pissed and remembered how hard she had to try to convince herself that everything that didn't actually happen, or that she didn't care, because she knew it wasn't going to last anyways. Her eyes narrowed and she got up, bumping shoulders as she shuffled passed him, as if he were just another face in the crowd. She knew better than to say anything this time, but if looks could kill....
(Okay, so I apologize that this is kinda sloppy and poorly-written. I just have to get in the swing of things again)
