Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

1.9. Suspended

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Sarin sat in the principals office, the adrenaline she had felt minutes earlier plummeting like a boulder off a cliff. It left her feeling like a pile of goop, too tired to move. Sarin's head leaned upon the person next to her, she didn't even care.

The teacher who had brought Sarin to the office was looking in the opposite direction, not caring about the students one bit. Luckily she wasnt any of Sarin's teachers.

The door to the principal's office opened, and an old grizzled man stepped out to hold the door and beckon Sarin and Mark inside. Principal sourface, as most students called him. This was going to end poorly.

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Sarin sat in her dad's silver car with a huge smile on her face, and shimmering brown eyes. Her dad drove down the street through the city twards the Ice cream shop.

The lightly tinted windows of the ice cream shop and the shitty heater simply dying in the background were all drowned out as Sarin listened to her music, bopping her head lightly to the beat. She was working on leftover school work as her father sat across, working on his. The only thing he had been upset about was that the fight was in the middle of the day, and not once he finished work.

The cold hit Sarin like a truck going 5 miles per hour, not very quick but with a lot of force behind it. The brain freeze only lasted a few seconds, but those few seconds felt like the deep cold of Russian winters. Her eyes opened as the brain freeze left, a small tear shimmering in the corners.