Jul 22, 2014
Skylar was a senior this year. Her high heels clicking down the halls of the private school that she's been going to for four years. Her books and binders held in her arms, and her shoulder occupied by her purse. She smiled as she walked by all of her classmates, stopping at her car, putting her things on top of the Volkswagen bug as she dug through her purse for her keys. pulling them out and dropping them as they got caught on something. Bending over, picking them up then pulling out her phone as she heard the sound go off.