JD looked around at the scenery. It was the football field, with a large crater, and chunks of dirt and artificial grass scattered about. He licked and bit his lip while looking around for a certain someone. As the smell of burnt flesh rose to his nose, he finally saw HER. She was huddled away from the blast, crouched down, head on knees, and knees in arms. CRYING. After some time passed she looked up and went to the school. JD followed.

"Where have you been V? People were saying that you killed yourself! I was worried sick." Heather McNamara said as soon as she caught sight of her.

"You look like HELL, Veronica," JD shuddered at the sound of her name, "And well, there goes all my hard work." Heather Duke fumed.

"I just got back." The girl in question stated. SHE STOPPED CRYING, JD noticed.