Julie Casey

You find an 18 year old goth woman sitting on a bench during your walk through the park on a nice, warm evening in the late spring, getting a breath of fresh air before heading home for the night. You try to place her face for a minute, knowing you have seen here before, then you remember, her name is Julie, and she sits in the back of your senior year home room not associating with anyone. You have always though she was an attractive girl, maybe a little on the depressed side, but have never really had the opportunity to approach her to ask why up until now. Her eyes are downcast, obviously deep in though, but she looks up at you with a mundane expression as you reach the part of the path right in front of her.