I race to the bathroom and lock the door through labored breaths. I look in the mirror and run cold water over my face and sink to the floor. Suddenly I hear, "Nat? Nat, are you okay?" It's Michael. What does he want? Why would he want to talk to me? I decide I'll try to make a nonchalant exit and call my friends later and tell them I wasn't feeling good. I unlock the door and briskly walk down the hall and make a sharp right as I feel the impact of another figure. My body jolts back from the force and I feel arms around me, preventing me from falling backwards.
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The Note
FanfictionEveryone in Nat's life seems to abandon her, making goodbyes hard for her. That's why she left a note; she couldn't bare to look him in the eyes and say goodbye. When he comes back to town, she can't make herself face him to explain. Nat is left bro...
