She examined, her hands carefully and could barely believe, what had happened. She thought of the terrible event, in her head: over and over again. In her pink bed, and white sheet, she sat and posed her head — on her laps. It was late in the night, and most of her classmates were already in their dorms. The fresh breeze, from the milky moon and blue sky, — joined into her worries.
"Haha! Have I become a threat, to the school, now?" She asked, sitting along her dormitory window, watching outside and letting the breeze of the night, flow along, with her blonde hair.
She frowned and laughed; mocking at herself, and just looked at her hands, horrified and disgusted. She could not even, meet her friends and did not hear anyone, at her door.
She thought, maybe, they will talk to her another time, but not now.
