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Something isn't right. She's sitting in the corner of the lunch hall constantly tapping her feet six times each.
She's not eating and her phone is infront of her.
Something's not right.
I look around the table I'm sitting at, my two friends are already looking at me.
"What?" I snap and they get back to eating with smirks on their faces.
I sigh shaking my head and get up after tapping four fingers on the lunch table.
Making my way towards her table at the end, I stop next to her.
She doesn't notice another person's near her.
I knock on her table four times and she snaps her head up, started.
"Hey, it's just me," I say raising my hands in surrender and she sigh's.
Her eyes are glossy and pained. I frown.
"What's wrong?" I ask her. I see her eyes start to fill with tears.
"Mom.." she croaks out and I still. Shit.
"What happened?" I ask, softer.
"She's not replying. What if something happened to her?" Her forehead creases.
And I understand.
I understand the panic and the fear and the thoughts.
"You wanna go check on her?" I ask and she hesitantly nods her head.
"Let's go," I say and offer my hand for her to take.
Her face melts and she gets up taking my hand.
As we head out of the cafeteria, I pause remembering I had to at least attend four classes.
But then I look at her confused face and shake my head, walking to my car again.
I guess she's more important than my fear.
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