By Jacquelyn Horne
Taking her books from her locker, Janice walked down the, now empty, hallway of Township High School. She had deliberately dawdled after her last class, not wanting to meet anyone in the crowded hall. She was too ashamed. The incident in the bathroom earlier had shocked her, and she wanted to be alone, away from the faces that might recognize her as the “snitch”.
She hadn’t snitched, but they all thought she had, and that was just as bad. When she walked into the girls’ room earlier today, she could tell by the smell and the reactions on the other girls’ faces that they had been smoking pot. She had turned immediately and ran out, scared of exactly what, she didn’t know. Just scared.
