"What are you doing?" They asked. It was Zoe Madison. She was a freshman, and a Goth, and...
"I..."
"I'm trying to walk here," Zoe said, a bit perturbed at the stranger. "Do you mind?"
"Don't you know me?" Sarah said, a large portion of her usual bluster gone.
"I've never seen you before in my life," Zoe said, honestly. "What do you want?"
"I need help...you're supposed to know who I am," Sarah insisted. "But...no one does."
"Look, I don't know what kind of ego you have...I don't have time to listen to your problems. Go tell them to someone who gives a shit."
Sarah grabbed her arm. "But....please..."
Zoe pushed her away, annoyed. "Get the fuck off me," she said, starting to move away. She wanted to get away from this crazy person.
