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A Silent Storm

Jaci tentatively approached the form in the corner. She had her hoodie drawn over her head and was hunched over the lunch table, eating one of the Swiss Cake Rolls, the package of which was all she ever brought with her for lunch.

She looked up at Jaci. “Who are you?” she hissed.

Jaci was taken aback, but then, she had not really known what to expect from her. “I’m Jaci,” she tentatively began. “Who are you?”

The girl was stunned that anybody would even talk to her. Before, she had been the class sideshow freak, something stared at from afar and otherwise ignored. She swallowed, and then, in a much calmer voice, responded, “Hi. I’m Heather. Won’t you come sit?”

Jaci did, and they made conversation. Then Jaci asked why Heather always sat alone, and the explanation came pouring out. The abuse by her father, the shunning by her peers, the apathy her stepparents showed her, the pain, the suffering…

Heather was glad that, finally, she had found someone who would stay with her through the silent storm.

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