Snippet #2294043

Jordan walks up to the school doors with her dark red backpack over her left shoulder. She opens the door and looks at the crowd of people all over the place. There are girls in corners texting and gossiping away and boys in groups laughing their heads off at something probably stupid. Jordan rubs her arm and hits a bruise. "Ow" she moans.

Jordan's dad was drunk last night again and hit her. Her eyesight becomes blurry, ready for the tears to come down her cheek, but wipes them in a quick motion so no one notices. She tugs on her sleeve so that her new bruise is completely covered.

Jordan finds a less crowded table where a cute boy is standing and walks over to the table. "Hey, can I sit here...?" Jordan asks smiling shyly at the people who are already sitting at the table.