Meet Abby Blue – first year teacher, new mother, recent wife, ambivalent failure. Her tattoos have been covered, her salty language sweetened, and her penchant for insubordination held mostly in check – for the moment, anyway. It didn’t matter, she told herself, that she hated her job. What mattered is that it paid the bills. For the time being.
But when her favorite student meets a grisly end in the Varsity locker room, everything starts to change. The school, quietly divided by color and subdivided by class, pulls apart, and (this is where you lose it) Abby finds herself desperately hanging on to both ends. After promising a tearful mother to search for the truth when the police would not, Abby is hurled into a world of gang violence, land lust, regular lust, and slick public faces. She visits the prison, steals from crime scenes, tracks down lost parents, and lies more times than she could count in her quest for answers. As Abby edges to the brink of the truth, the rash of violence looms ever closer, bites at the edges of her life, knocks at her door.
You had energy right up to "desperately hanging on to both ends". You lose it cause you lose specificity. You need an antagonist here, not just an amorphous situation.
Focus. What does she hope to find out? Why can't she? What's going to happen if she doesn't.