It had been a year since the shooting. One whole year. A lot had changed in the year since Gloria had taken a gun to school and shot as many kids as she could find. Namely, Lydia herself. She had done a lot of growing up. Her heroic move to escort all the members of her classroom out the window at the first sign of trouble had doubtless saved lives. It had also gained her popularity she never really wanted in the first place. She had fallen in with a group of girls she didn't really fit with. They were obsessed with clothes and boys and makeup and more clothes, and Lydia knew there were more important things in the world, but she pretended anyway because why not? Until she found Kismet. Kismet was her best friend. They both knew the vapid girls at LC were a waste of space. Lydia saw her as a kindred soul, and it made her so happy to have someone her age to bond with.
( Growing Up )
( Growing Up )