It had been two days. She finally had to go back to school. As much as she didn't want to do this she realized she'd have to. School started at 8:30 and it was 7:00. But this would at least keep her mind of everything that had happened and she could start fresh. She prayed no one there would recognize her. She quickly took a shower, brushed her teeth, and dressed. She wore a green lyrca tank top that just came above her belly button and a pair of dark blue jeans. Her hair was wet when she sat down to do her make up. She ditched foundation and applied powder and dark brown-maroon lipstick, some blush, and curled her lashes. She got up decided to leave her hair down and like usual let it dry on it's own. She stood near the window and opened it and took in a deep breath of air. She almost cried at how happy she was she finally could take a deep breath of air at all. She shut the window noticed it was 7:45. She figured she would drop off the key to the Hanson's house by placing it on the counter and then go to school. She grabbed her mint green Jansport and walked out to her car.
She arrived at the Hanson's house. She stopped for a minute and then regained her composure and unlocked the door. She undid the alarm and shut the door. Sarah felt herself compelled to stay but decided against it. She walked over to the kitchen and placed the key on the counter. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen on the desk where one of the telephones sat. She quickly wrote here was their key and she hoped to talk to them soon. She turned to leave but stopped. She just wanted one last look. She ran halfway up the stairs and then stopped herself. "No Sarah" she said aloud to herself, "you are not going to go up there and torture yourself. You have to go to school and forget about them." She set the alarm, locked the door, and ran to her car and promised herself she wasn't going to return because it held to many memories. She was going to start new and forget everything. While thinking of ways to change herself she gunned the engine and flew down the street not even looking at the house she would never or want to see again.
Girls were everywhere screaming, crying, passing out, and chanting their names over and over again. This is what made all the hard work worth it. "Ready?" Taylor said adjusting the headset ready to run out. The minute Ike was the first one to run out the screamed quadrupled and the shrillness rose to a deafening level. Zac grinned and tried to ignore the pain ripping through his ears. Every time they went out to play he remember what a doctor had told them. They could handle this for maybe a little bit more before they slowly started to lose their hearing. "HEY LONDON! YOU READY TO HAVE SOME FUN!" Screamed Taylor at the end of the stage before going behind his keyboards. He was answered with the frantic screams for them to play. Taylor and his brothers only complied and began their first song.
