urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:hannahabbott Hannah Elizabeth Abbott Hannah Elizabeth Abbott 2010-11-21T17:28:44Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:hannahabbott:468 2010-11-21T17:21:13Z 2010-11-21T17:28:44Z <p>She could feel her heart shattering in a million pieces when she saw what had happened on the door floor. It was no longer something she could avoid when it was happening right in front of her. It was no longer something she could ignore. And it only reinforced the notion&#160; in her mind that the&#160;Head&#160;Boy only saw her as a fragile broken doll. She had tried to pour her heart out to Richard only to find that her feelings were not returned. And in that moment, she understood why, when she saw the&#160;Head&#160;Boy with his date. Sure, she tried to dance it off, with a student whose face she had a hard time attaching to a name, but when that novelty wore off, she needed to excuse herself to get some space, and found herself sitting at bottom of the main staircase in the Entrance Hall, avoiding eye contact with those passing by.</p>