11:00 A.M. New York
She was crying. Silent tears streamed down her face and as her shoulders shook under the weight of the world - or as much of the world a fifteen year old could ever carry - rested on Brook's shoulders she cried.
She cried for the boy who broke her heart five minutes ago.
She cried because she was failing Algebra 2 Honors and would have to drop down to regular next year for the good of her GPA.
She was crying and no one payed her any attention.
They didn't look when she cried, they didn't have time to slow down and acknowledge her pain.
In broad daylight she was taken - shoved roughly into a white van after being subdued - because no one - not even one person - could give up two minutes of their precious time and see her crying alone. They couldn't see her pain, they refused to help.
She was taken in broad daylight, taken among with the others and it was their fault.
Their fault.
