𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. [A SASHANNARCY FANFIC]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.

Anne's body shot up from the bed they were laying on. So did Sasha's. They were both panting with wide eyes while looking around. It was so hard for them to breathe, it felt like they had held their breath for over a minute and finally took a breath. 

They looked around the room, it was mostly white. 

Like a hospital.

They knew they were in a hospital but they were also confused as to why.

The nurse in the room glared at them with wide eyes and shouted. When she shouted a bunch of other nurses came running into the room. Saying things like 'are you okay' or 'how are you feeling' or 'do you remember anything.'

This was all new to them, but they were at least glad that they woke up.

Later on.

"You two seem to be very healthy, and you've healed completely. You will be discharged from here later on but just know that you will be in a bit of pain when walking or moving around." The nurse stated.

With Marcy.

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Marcy was hanging out with one of her friends from school, they spoke but only every once and a while.

The homeroom teacher, Mrs. Amber, was already in the classroom, rearranging things on her desk. The bell rings and she looks up at the clock, then smiles at the class and says, "We still have one more bell. Go ahead and find yourselves seats."

Marcy finds a couple of seats near the back, and Marcy says to her random friend, "I have been wanting to tell you about what happened yesterday."

Her friend checks out the people around her. "Oh yeah? What?"

Kids are piling into the classroom, and since Marcy doesn't want anyone else to hear, she whispers,"You know how I violated that redheaded chick right?"

Just then the tardy bell rings and Mrs. Amber calls, "Find a desk. You'll have assigned seats by the end of the week, but for now sit where you like."

So we're looking around at everyone scrambling for a seat near the back, when who walks in the door? 

Firehead.

Marcy nudged her friend. "Look!"

At first she thought Heather was there to deliver a message or something, but then she sat at a desk near Marcy. It finally hit her, shes here because shes now joining this class.

Marcy must have been staring, because she turned around and said, "What are you looking at?" Then she eyed Marcy's shoes and said, "You freak."

Mrs. Amber called, "Settle down, class. Let's begin." And as she is welcoming Heather to the classroom and explaining the rules for homeroom, Firehead leaned back and said, "My friend group says you look like a fourth-grader."

Now maybe Marcy's kind of skinny and maybe she doesn't wear makeup or get all decked out to go to school, but there's no way she looks like shes in the fourth grade.

Mrs. Amber asks the class to stand so that they can pledge the flag, so Marcy stands up and whispered, "Bug off, would you?"

Heather made a scared expression and started fake shaking. Like she was making fun of her, Like she was saying 'Oh, I'm so scared.' Heather then leaned over again and said, "Whatcha gonna do? Kick me with a high-top?" She teased as she placed her hand in front of her mouth. "Ooooh...I'm petrified!"

Marcy rolled her eyes and kept on pledging, but shes thinking, 'What's your problem?'

Now Firehead's not saying the Pledge. She's got her hand on her heart but her eye on Marcy. And when they're just about done, she leaned back and said, "Oh, the way you say the Pledge so good. Did you spend the summer practicing?"

Mrs. Amber raised an eyebrow, confused as to why she was talking and looked straight at her. "Young lady, what is your name?"

Firehead looked around a bit, then pointed to herself and asked, "Me?"

Mrs. Amber snaped, "Yes, you."

She then gave Mr. Amber an innocent little look. "Heather. Heather Acosta."

"Well, Miss Acosta, maybe your elementary school teachers allowed you to talk during the Pledge, but you're in junior high school now and we expect a degree of maturity from you. I'd like to try it again, only this time I'd like you to come up here and lead us." Mrs. Amber demanded.

All of a sudden the homeroom went dead quiet. And while everyone was busy thinking about there's no way they're ever going to talk during the Pledge in Mrs. Ambler's class, Heather's eyes moved from side to side like she didn't quite believe what was happening to her.