Red Carpet High~

She spoke, the woman had asked her a question and although she gave the correct answer, it seemed as though there was a question in her voice. It was not a statement. She was not a timid girl, at least it didn’t seem that way to the rest of us. She sang with poise, she walked through the halls and it seemed as though everyone were yelling her name. High school is her red carpet. But when the woman asked her that question, her knees buckled and she spoke ever so softly, as if her words were daggers that would penetrate us if her words were any louder than barely audible.