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Elapse

(of time) pass or go by.
"weeks elapsed before anyone was charged with the attack"

Onika's POV

January 18th 1:25pm

"So, who here can tell me the importance of knowing how to write with proper grammar ?" I asked turning to the crowd of young adults behind me in desk. It was silence, "So none of you have paid attention what's being taught? Okay, we can just jump right into the test for you all." I voiced getting groans and no's throughout the room from all but one. "Miss Knowles, answer my question please." I asked out barely glancing at her.

She isn't comfortable on the spot but we both knew she could answer correctly, "I-" BUZZZZ!! The fire alarm went off. Everyone looked around because it wasn't time for the practice, "everyone file out and line up in the parking lot" I spoke not confused but bewildered at how everyone outside my classroom was moving. As they all began to leave out in which I did too, the hall was loaded with people in a stampede. It's called discipline..

    I kept going and making sure all the students exited the building, as I made way down the stairs but I heard a taping noise that barely caught my attention. I turned back up the stairs going to the noise til I saw blonde hair in a corner on the body of the girl I taught. "Miss Knowles?" I asked out, she was shaking aggressively and I knew she was having an attack. What do I do?... you would think I was trained on this but I'm nowhere near. I got beside her squatting down barely able to see her hands; "Hey sweetie, let's put our hands out yes?" I asked trying for a good response there was nothing but her shaking before there was actual movement.

Her hand shakily came out from her golden vines of hair, her nerves were strong and making her hand jump and twitch. Why this at this moment?... The alarm continued to go off as I lightly glided my fingertips to the lowest part of her palm feeling her jump at the contact. "I promise it's okay" I announced feeling her move her hand back as I moved my fingers up to match our hands together, "Sweetie I know this is a lot but we have to leave." I added once I wrapped my fingers around her hand. I physically felt her relax under my touch receiving a barely noticeable nod after.

      My other hand was placed on her side as I led her to stand up, at this point the alarm was now white noise and any other human presence was outside. Once she was up on her feet i held her close to me, "I'm going to lead you out but I need you to work with me yes?" She stood there breathing heavily just before nodding. I did as I said I would giving reassurance as we went down. This school is sad, it's already been over ten minutes... the silence was loud but her slowly easing breaths made it better.

    I could feel her rise and fall from where my hand was placed on her and knew she had come back to reality, "Do you still need to be near me going outside?" I asked. Though I had no problem helping her I also know she doesn't like to be center of attention. "I-I don't wanna go ou-out there." She quietly spoke looking to me; I gently bit my lip before making the bad internal decision, "okay, I can make that work." I whispered pulling my phone out texting Robyn asking her to bring my class in, I received a quick response of yes and placed my phone away. I looked to the blonde who was distant mentally, "Do you want to go the other teachers class room?" I asked looking to her watching her eyes grow a bit wide then nod.

"Okay that works and we can talk then." I smiled as we heard doors open and a herd of footsteps. Once we made it to Ms. Hall's class the students were in along with the teacher but soon enough the bell ring for the change in periods. "Beyoncé!" The almost raven haired woman called as I walked our shared student to her class, "What happened to us steadying our breathing?" She asked her. Miss Knowles only looked to the woman shaking her head in a 'No' manner, "Can I speak to her in pr-private please?" I heard the blonde say before looking to me.

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