[right][sup][b]Monday — Morning — Homeroom[/b]
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Kat hadn't noticed Rebecca come in, and when he popped up his head, he had a moment's worth of fluttering heartbeat where he wondered if he was about to be called out for something. But no, no, it was just a donation ru-

"-slit her wrists, over-"
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[i](nails on a chalkboard razors on a steel plate blunt knives touching bone)[/i]

"Shit. I'm sorry for your loss," said Chester softly, interrupting the wrench in Kat's gut. She could have said it any other way and it would just fade into the background of numb, along with all the others they'd been hearing about once or twice a year, but those words had banged Kat's heart like a thrown pan.
              [sub][color=222222]the witness[/color][/sub]
...She was there, wasn't she?

Kat finally dodged up from under the desk where he'd left his bag, emptying his spare change into the basket along with Chester's. He couldn't look at Rebecca, though he didn't know if he should, either. The money wouldn't help, not really. Another thin band aid on a bullet wound. Rebecca thanked them softly and moved on. From behind, when he could finally look, Kat could almost see the woozy fizz of shock around her head.

Mr. Gordon shuffled his game of Solitaire on his laptop at the front of the class, which had somehow turned into a back corner. Kat's heart went, [i][color=fdc68a]'fuck'[/color][/i].

She was alone.

Pulling himself up from his chair and crawling a little at the thought of being the only one in the class who was standing up, Kat stepped over to Rebecca and made to touch her shoulder, was noticed before he had to. [color=fdc68a]"If you need anything- uh, hey- just let me know, okay? I can drive, and I've got time. Me and the other boys."[/color]

Chester, who was the only member of the 'other boys' as far as Kat's social circles went, caught his eye and gave her a small nod and smile. Kat dissolved a little after talking (whispering), wondering how many other stupid boys had knighted it up by offering the same.

Still- and it was no new thought- Kat [i]hated[/i] adults that abandoned their kids.