The story so far:
As I sat alone crying in my room. All I could think of was Mr.Torres on top of me. My heart sank deep into my stomache. Would my parents believe me if I told them? A few hours passed, and I grew tired of being alone. Mom, and Dad wouldn't be home until late. The warm water from the shower felt good, it relaxed my tense body. My clothes from earlier sat on the floor, I needed to get rid of them. Cramming the tainted clothes into a plastic garbage bag, I felt a little bit better. The next day one of my friends came over to help me with some fundraising ideas for the cheerleading team. What do you think about selling candy? Looking on my blank piece of paper, I couldn't help but think of the terrible thing that had happened. Hello.... are you listening? I said what do you think about selling candy? Oh! .... um I'm sorry I..... I think its a great idea Katie. Are you okay?