Flora threw herself upon the soft surface of her bed, burying her face in the plump pillows and smothered the sobs which escaped her mouth within them. The day had gone terribly, and though she had begun it with the fragile optimism she often found herself possessing, nothing could have prepared her for the harsh reality that had been this particular day.
School had presented her with little difference beyond the bleak repetition she was normally forced to endure, but the walk home had bestowed a different sort of challenge than bland monotony. While returning from the great, stone, prison-esque building that was her town's one and only high school, she had happened upon a group of troublesome looking men, all of whom wore baggy jeans torn at the knees, scuffed leather jackets, and shirts varying from tight white wife-beaters, to ragged t-shirts.
The men were hassling an older man who was sitting upon the sidewalk with his back against a building. The man on the ground was evidently a