Amy Halston sat on the brick border of the fountain in front of Claymont School for girls. A prep school for the wealthy elite. She was not extremely attractive but a slender and athletic eighteen-year-old. She was wearing black jeans with ripped knees. A Cat Power tee-shirt. An assortment of turquoise rings and bracelets completed her look.
She sensed someone stop beside her. She looked up. "Miss Taylor." She said when she saw her favorite teacher. Fifth period, European History.
"You look very absorbed in thought." Sarah Taylor said. "Mind if I sit?"
"Of course not." Amy smiled at the slim attractive thirty something woman.
After a few minutes of random conversation, Sarah said. "Mind if I ask you something?"
"No" Amy said. "Not at all."
"Well." Sarah started. "Please stop me if this makes you uncomfortable." She hesitated.
"If this is about all the stories of me on Twitter." Amy said. She looked at Sarah then she grinned and shrugged her shoulders. "They're all true and I really don't care so fuck it."