<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/IeNCvSU.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Roxi Reed</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jackson D. Blum<br/><hr/><br/>Once a few minutes had passed and she was calm enough to breath without gulping for air, Roxi slowly gathered her things and started sliding them into her bag. She sighed when she saw her ipod screen had cracked and cuddled the tiny mp3 in her hands. She turned it off and placed it in her jacket pocket. She stood and took a step only to wince and moan in pain. Setting her bag down and knelt and realized she must of sprained her ankle when she fell. She rolled her head back and groaned at the day she was having and how everything in her life resembled a roller coaster ride. She threw her messager-bag over her shoulder as she hopped on her good foot down the the rest of the stairs. She turned her head to the left knowing she couldnt go home with her leg as it was and decided to head to the nurse to retrieve an ice pack and bandage her foot before heading home early. She had a hard time hopping along the walls to the nurses ward, glad that people were in class and not a witness to her ridiculous circumstance. Her thoughts drifted to Jack and how she reacted to him. She had never felt that way about a person before, and she wondered if she was just scared of getting close to someone and then them turning on her. The image or her step father made her loose her balance but her hand shot out and helped her slide down the wall. She let out a breath and looked down the hallways in both directions, this was taking way to long, she would have to wait till someone came by to help her. She winced as she removed her black boot from her foot and saw the ugly blue bruise starting to form. She twitched it and a shot of pain ran up her leg causing her eyes to water. She let her lean back and took a few short breaths. Why would it be so bad to let Jack close? Maybe he could understand her? Maybe he could heal what was left of her broken heart? Or maybe he could shatter what was left? She opened her eyes and stared out of the big window in front of her as the clouds moved easily by. Her fingers drummed to a song in her head and she smiled at how easily her doubt and worries could vanish with just a rhythm in her head. Pulling out her drumsticks she tapped out another song hoping who ever was wondering the halls would hear and possibly come find her.