[color=ffe0e0]"Excuse me..."[/color]

A meek girl with auburn hair in a practical ponytail slowly raised a hand as she stepped near the two boys. In her other hand, was a small straw basket that looked worn, still bearing a sticker on its underside that betrayed its source from a local dollar store. They would both know her as Rebecca - a somewhat moody classmate of theirs who was often friends with the less popular girls.

[color=ffe0e0]"Um...if I'm not interrupting, I've been asking around..."[/color] Her eyes moved slowly back and forth between Kat and Chester, both of them boys whom she didn't know that well. [color=ffe0e0]"I'm trying to raise a collection for...for Malie's funeral."[/color]

Her basket was completely empty. Not for lack of trying - she'd asked a few people before the two boys, all of whom had simply ignored her. She was clearly uncomfortable, having exhausted her list of people she talked to regularly, and now going around to students who were more or less strangers.
		[sub][b][color=222222]escaped[/color][/b][/sub]
[color=ffe0e0]"She...slit her wrists, over the weekend."[/color] Rebecca recounted slowly, [color=ffe0e0]"It's like no one's heard about it...No one's even wondering why her seat is empty...I'd asked the homeroom teacher to announce it today, since she was in this class, but I guess he...forgot..."[/color]
			      [sub][b][color=222222]disconnected[/color][/b][/sub]
Or perhaps he just didn't care.

[color=ffe0e0]"Sorry I'm bothering you...I just thought..."[/color] The girl bit her lip, not sure how much she should share with people outside of her circle. Not that she had much of one these days. [color=ffe0e0]"...Her and I were friends, and, I wanted to do something for her family...you know...?"[/color]