Cassidy Oliver

Chapter 3

 Snickers fill the halls. "Damn! That chick got punched hard!" shouted a low voice. "What the fuck," I whispered. "What the fuck? What the hell was that for?" I screamed angrily. Everyone was staring at me, and I could feel my face tense up again. Still no sight of Jake. I bet he didn't even know this happened. Miranda is still standing there, smirking. This is amusing to her. Me in pain. Both of my palms cover my face, and I can feel hot blood flowing out of my nose. I don't remember getting hit there. I slowly put down my hands to see bright blood covering my fingers. "Welcome back, loser." she said as she strolled away. I whip around again and flick everyone off. "What are you people looking at? FUCK OFF!" No one moved an inch. I grunt in frustration and storm to the bathroom. 

I whip open the door and luckily no one is in there. I walk to a mirror and see my reflection. I have a heavily bleeding nose but nothing else seems to be different. I yank bunches of paper towels and hold them up to my nose. The blood soaks through in seconds. Going to the nurse may be the best option since my classmates don't want blood all over them. 

I leave the bathroom and walk down the hall to the nurse's office. As I open the door, the stench of that hand foaming sanitizer stuff makes me gag. This causes blood to spurt all over the paper towels, soaking into my hand. Gross. The nurse looks up when I coughed and gagged and rushes over me to see to my nose. "Dear, what happened to you? Let's get you lying down. the nurse calmly said. I quietly follow her, trying not to say anything so that blood doesn't fly around everywhere again. She asks me how it started bleeding. I lie and say I ran into a locker. Typical excuse, I know. I suck at thinking on the spot. I can feel the bitter tasting blood go back into my throat as my head rests on the pillow. I close my eyes and try to relax, but that's kind of hard in this situation when my nose feels like it's hanging at a 60 degree angle. I try to ignore the feeling and I drift off into a 5 minute or 5 hour nap.

I am awakened by the nurse shaking my shoulder. I turn to her and also see my mother. Great, she called my mom on me. My mom looks half worried, half not surprised. This isn't the first time I've gotten hit. "Are you okay, Cass?" my mother says. I try to say yes but all that comes out is a nasally groan. The nurse tells my mom to put an icepack on my nose and to keep my head elevated. The two women help me up from the cot and help me stand. Surprisingly, my nose feels better, but I doubt it looks better. As I leave the office, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Dark purple and almost black fill my nose bridge. Pretty sure the nosebleed isn't the most important thing right now.