[color=f7941d][b]Lisa Byrant[/b][/color]

September 5th, 1969

  Once the cops began handcuffing Nick and Jones, Lisa discreetly slipped away, not really knowing what else to do. Though not before she noticed that Alex also joined in earlier. She wondered what Alex must have thought of the whole ordeal since she and Nick appeared to be friends. She had caught a glimpse of her hiding the gold chain as well. Kind of wanting to ask her about the whole thing, she knew it was none of her business so she decided not to utter anything but instead, she left silently, back to her mac 'n cheese. She finished her food which now had grown cold and headed off to finish the rest of the school day.

    The following hours as she was in class, her mind was occasionally flitting back to what had occurred during lunch. She hoped everything would resolve itself but then at the same time she knew that that wasn’t very likely. Both Nick and Jones were impulsive, stubborn individuals so she assumed things would most likely get worse before it gets better. Everyone was talking about what had happened and those who never talked to her were now, without warning pressing her with annoying, prying questions. Not one to desire attention for herself, she gave only one-worded responses and quickly grew irritated of all of it and was alleviated once the bell rang. Pushing her way through the crowd, she promptly made her way to her truck. Once inside, she leaned back and rested her head on the seat and drew in a deep breath.

 “Phew, thank God it’s Friday,” she said to herself before sliding her the key into the ignition and the truck roaring to life.