Back to school and she hears her name
everywhere. The traumatic
events of summer can never escape her.
She trembles to her locker with sorry eyes watching her
every move.
Art, her favourite, is her first lesson. She side-smiles as
she looks at the
picture that reminds her of how things were like
before.
When she was happy.
In the first 15 minutes, she's called to see the head.
He looks at her file, as a
tears drops on her name.
"Child, I'm so sorry about what happened", he
says with sympathy.
"Just gotta live with it, as much as it hurts",
she stutters, trying to hold her tears
back.
"Where do you live, Who do you live with?", he
questions.
"I live in a manor with my nan. But she's always
in hospital"
Trying to hold back her tears, she falls to the floor, her
head in her hands.
"It's all my fault, if we hadn't of stayed
out. Oh Mum! Dad! Baby Bella!
Harry and his parents. It's all my fault!", she
cries so hard it hurts.