<strong>Name: Elizabeth Goetz<br/>Location: Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br/>Wearing: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br/>Tagged:  Open</strong><br/><strong><br/>"You can't bring a rifle to school!  You're going to get in trou-  Oh." </strong>Elizabeth actually flushed, pale cheeks showing splotchy, uneven patches of red.<strong>"That was dumb.  Sorry."  </strong><br/><br/>She turned partially away from the group and fished in her purse.  Elizabeth's hand emerged with her keys and the lights on her Volvo flashed quickly as she unlocked the doors with the fob as she walked towards it.  The back hatch came up and she dumped her backpack next to her cheer bags.  The blue and gold bags with their big M logos looked wrong somehow in the light of the new day.  Elizabeth reached out and traced her fingers along the M.  Would she even need them now?  Pom poms and megaphones and spankies wouldn't be very useful in a world that valued baseball bats and bullets.  Twice her hand closed around the handles, ready to drag them out and dump them on the parking lot, but she couldn't bring herself to actually follow through.<br/><br/>Elizabeth stepped back and left the hatch open in case anyone else wanted to load anything.  After she sat down and started the car, she hid her eyes behind her sunglasses and waited on the others to climb inside.<br/><br/>Of course she buckled her seatbelt.  You had to be safe while driving, Daddy always said.