"So who was that guy who talked to you during class?" Danny asked Gladys, as they walked through the hallway during their break between first period and second period. Gladys was walking with a certain pride in herself that she never had before. She was hot and she knew it. And everyone else knew it too. You certainly didn't becoming one of the most popular girls in school by being ugly.
She paused for a moment, as she felt that there was something wrong about that. She was popular? She had this feeling that ... that she didn't have any friends. But that was ridiculous, right? She had countless friends. The whole school loved her ... well, except for the losers, that was. For some reason, they just didn't get her. But the feeling was mutual. Regardless, she had enough friends that she just didn't care what those morons and freaks thought of her.
"That was my stepfather. He married my dad a year ago," Gladys said, answering Danny's question. Something about that statement seemed odd for some reason, but she just shrugged it off.
"What did he want to talk about? You're not in trouble, are you?"
"No, no. Nothing like that. He just wanted to make sure I had enough medication. I told him that I did."
"Medication? I didn't know you took medication. Are you alright?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I need the medication for ..."
