OOC: Right, guys. Let's not let this one get away and die. We need to get going along or else nothing's going to happen. Also, I'm going to minorly control Bridgette in a flashback. I'm sure it'll be ok with Channy, since we've got a troubled past going on. Diar's also given me permission for me to give a line.
IC: Finally in their seats, Sarah and Fletcher sat down waiting for the plane to take off. But for once, it was Sarah who remained quiet. She glanced out at the window, turning her head away from Fletcher's glance, and she allowed a small tear to stream down her face. It was rare that she would allow her emotions to flow freely. Ever since the beginning of high school, she wanted to show her that the breaking of their friendship made her strong. Truth was, it hadn't. It had made her weaker than ever and the front she put on was a mask.
[Memories]
It had been a rainy day after the first day of high school. Sarah James had been waiting outside on the bench. She was wet through, wearing her school uniform, and had an emotionless expression on her face. The rain kept hitting her so hard, but every raindrop did not affect her. There was something different about her this time. The strong young woman in middle school looked broken. Something had happened between then and now. People glanced at her strangely, noting how it was awkward she would stand in the rain without an umbrella or even a coat. She'd catch her death out here.
Bridgette Sands walked out with a legion of followers trailing behind her. There was something different about her, too. She may have well as been glowing with this miserable weather. Rain was unusual in California, but the scene was perfectly set for what was about to happen. They stopped when they saw a soaked Sarah standing in the middle of the front of the school.
As Bridgette walked alone to her, Sarah looked up with the most angry expression on her face. Anyone could tell something was about to go down.
"Having fun with your new pals?" she remarked.
"Sarah, listen ..." began Bridgette.
"You don't need to say anything. Go back to your clique, I'm sure they need you."
"Sarah!"
"Keep away from me. Stay with your so-called friends. Don't come near me! You disgust me."
Sarah made the walk away from her former friend. Had it all been for nothing? Did high school really change people? She had the answers to those questions in her mind right now. On the way through the rain, her attention caught a familiar face. Hale Tryst was stood there, a sympathetic look on his face. She didn't want his pity. But before that strong front of not caring less was able to come through, there was one thing he had to say.
"Someday, you'll find your way back."
Sarah shuddered at the memory, but finally fought back against the tears. No, she was not weak. She was strong. Spending her time with Bridgette on this trip was something she had to endure. Having her there when Jared made a fool of her was something she didn't want her to see. Strength had to emanate from Sarah. There was no other way.
IC: Finally in their seats, Sarah and Fletcher sat down waiting for the plane to take off. But for once, it was Sarah who remained quiet. She glanced out at the window, turning her head away from Fletcher's glance, and she allowed a small tear to stream down her face. It was rare that she would allow her emotions to flow freely. Ever since the beginning of high school, she wanted to show her that the breaking of their friendship made her strong. Truth was, it hadn't. It had made her weaker than ever and the front she put on was a mask.
[Memories]
It had been a rainy day after the first day of high school. Sarah James had been waiting outside on the bench. She was wet through, wearing her school uniform, and had an emotionless expression on her face. The rain kept hitting her so hard, but every raindrop did not affect her. There was something different about her this time. The strong young woman in middle school looked broken. Something had happened between then and now. People glanced at her strangely, noting how it was awkward she would stand in the rain without an umbrella or even a coat. She'd catch her death out here.
Bridgette Sands walked out with a legion of followers trailing behind her. There was something different about her, too. She may have well as been glowing with this miserable weather. Rain was unusual in California, but the scene was perfectly set for what was about to happen. They stopped when they saw a soaked Sarah standing in the middle of the front of the school.
As Bridgette walked alone to her, Sarah looked up with the most angry expression on her face. Anyone could tell something was about to go down.
"Having fun with your new pals?" she remarked.
"Sarah, listen ..." began Bridgette.
"You don't need to say anything. Go back to your clique, I'm sure they need you."
"Sarah!"
"Keep away from me. Stay with your so-called friends. Don't come near me! You disgust me."
Sarah made the walk away from her former friend. Had it all been for nothing? Did high school really change people? She had the answers to those questions in her mind right now. On the way through the rain, her attention caught a familiar face. Hale Tryst was stood there, a sympathetic look on his face. She didn't want his pity. But before that strong front of not caring less was able to come through, there was one thing he had to say.
"Someday, you'll find your way back."
Sarah shuddered at the memory, but finally fought back against the tears. No, she was not weak. She was strong. Spending her time with Bridgette on this trip was something she had to endure. Having her there when Jared made a fool of her was something she didn't want her to see. Strength had to emanate from Sarah. There was no other way.
