<strong>Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Carrie looked over as the new girl came in.  Her eyes briefly drifted over towards the others with a degree of nervousness to which she didn't seem to yet be accustomed.  The way that her eyes seemed to scrunch up, her headaches only seemed to be getting worse for her, making it hard to think, to concentrate, to figure things out on her own.<br/><br/>At first she took a step back, but at the strangeness and difficult-to-understand nature of the girl's speech, Carrie looked a little suspicious.  She instead moved forward, lifting up the sleeve of her faded purple shirt.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img835.imageshack.us/img835/4084/protectedk.jpg)</div><br/>Although it had been done in sharpie, the symbol hidden on the outside of her arm had already started to fade, as if time and showering had done its own.  Just as the outside symbol had been intuitively clear as a safe haven, the meaning of Protected stemmed forth from the series of circles, dots and lines.<br/><br/>"I don't mean to be weird."  The sentence seemed to hurt her in a way she couldn't quite defend against.  "I'm sorry.  Do you know what this means?"  The transition between the thoughts happened without segue, as if the girl was so used to be distracted and pestered that she no longer seemed to think in any conventional linear pattern.  "My dad wanted me to get it as a tattoo, but now that he..."  As her eyes began to wander, her words drifted away, awaiting an answer of some sort.