7The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about
-Oscar Wilde
Prologue
October 30th 2012
Sarah Lenard walked down the hallway of her school, happy to finally be back after being sick for a week. She had missed her friends, but like having the week off.
She walked into the room where there was eight tables that sat two. All the seats were filled except hers.
She sat down and the girl beside her smiled.
Sarah's short hair was cut in a pixie cut, but a few strands were longer and went down just above her eyebrows.
"Anyone say anything while I was gone?" she whispered as she pulled her pink laptop from her bag. The girl beside her with sandy brown, straight hair shook her head.
"Not that I heard, they kept to themselves though. Nobody talked to me." The girl said with a shrug. Sarah nodded and opened her laptop and logged in. The girl beside her was already logged in and starting her work, which was cut short when the teacher walked out and fourteen of the students, which excluded Sarah and the girl, started talking.
"Did I hear correctly, Sarah?" one said.
"Hear what?" Sarah asked as she turned in her seat to look at the girl who sat behind her. The girl looked at her, not even shying away from the fact that she brought up something the girl talked about didn't even know.
"That you're pregnant. Is it true?" Sarah was speechless. The sandy brown haired girl didn't react and ignored them all. Sarah stared at the girl with an open mouth, "it is true then!"
"What? No!" Sarah cried as she stared at her, "I'm not pregnant. I've never been with a boy before!" the girl rolled her eyes.
"What are you? You're like sixteen, never even kissed one?" a girl across the classroom asked.
"Shut your mouth, asshole." The sandy brown haired girl shot.
"What are you going to do to me if we don't? You can't even throw a punch." A boy laughed mockingly.
Sarah glared at him, "yeah, shut the fuck up."
"Sarah Leonard! Adriana! That is enough from the both of you!" their teacher said as he walked back in. Adriana glared once more before going back to her work, while Sarah looked like she was about to say something. The whole room went silent again.
Three days later
Laying on the ground, short black hair was matted with blood, around it a puddle had formed and started to dry. It looked rusty and not shiny ruby.
Even though the body was laying what usually was face down, the head was turned to the side. The bodies clothing torn. The person was none other than Sarah Leonard. Hey blue eyes open and unseeing.
Paramedics started to get the body in a body bag while the police walked around, looking for clues.
Across the line of tape, Adriana stood there staring in at the body. No expression was on her face as she turned and walked away, getting lost in the crowd.
I do not own Cold Case, Oscar Wilde, or Skrillex in which the title comes from
