Concrete AngelConcrete Angel8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Angela Grace Carter stared at the steps to her school. It was hardly a week into the second quarter of her second grade year. She sighed as she shuffled towards the looming doors that led to the academic maze. This was her one escape from the hell she lived at home.
She quietly walked to her homeroom, eyes staring at the floor and her pair of old, dirty sneakers. She switched her gaze a little higher as she neared room 47, her eyes finding the frayed hem of the tattered dress she had worn to school the day before.
She slipped into her class unnoticed, as usual. She slid into her seat and slumped down, hiding in her ever present shadow. Sh