Snippet #2710106

Meghan has spent about two weeks in the detention facility and so far hasn't seemed to make herself known to any of her peers. Though that would be expected of her. Meghan was never the kind of person to walk up to someone and introduce herself. If someone spoke to her she would give a friendly response and keep going with the rest of her day.

Though to be honest, she couldn't believe she was ever stupid enough to get caught. She always hoped that once her deed was done that would be the end of it and she could get on with the rest of her life. But of course the Molotov cocktails were traced right back to her. Meghan's only friend in the huge act of violence betrayed her and she was inevitably caught and sent here until she became the age of eighteen.

Needless to say her parents weren't exactly pleased when they found out she was the one behind the devastating fire of her ex-boyfriend's loving girlfriend. Meghan didn't want David with anyone else but her. If she couldn't have him, no one else could. Everyone back in Virginia Beach has now pegged her as the crazy Hampton girl. Meghan's criminal act has ruined her family's reputation and honestly she isn't phased in the least bit by it. Meghan didn't see what she did wrong. In her eyes, the way she reacted was justified. Of course everyone else would believe otherwise.

Reluctantly the brunette female sat in the cafeteria with her disgusting bowl of buttered grits, a slice of toast, and a styrofoam cup filled with bitter orange juice. Meghan never cared for grits and there was no way in hell she would be caught eating it now. Instead she just munched on her dry toast and drank her orange juice. With every sip she would give a sour face and set the cup back down. This continued on for a couple minutes. The entire time she sat in silent solitude. Nobody seemed to want to join her for breakfast. Everyone had their own cliques and honestly, she didn't really mind that.