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Ophelia walks briskly down the hallway, she waves at the passing students who call out to her and gives hugs when asked. In her hands, she carries a bundle of clothes. She reaches the gymnasium and breaks into a sprint, seeing a figure standing at the end of the hall.
"What took you so long?" Dr. Davis puffs out sweet vapor, taking the clothes.
Ophelia shoots her a look but otherwise disregards her rudeness. "You didn't tell me your apartment was so cluttered." The woman's apartment was like an explosion of clothes, shoes, fabrics, and hats had gone off.
Dr. Davis slips into the girl's locker room, and into an empty stall. They're the only ones inside the room. "I just grabbed what I thought would work." She fiddles with her fingers, worrying her lip between her teeth.
She snorts out a laugh. "I didn't expect to be doused in chemicals and have to take a shower." The shower starts and soon the smell of peaches wafts into the room.
"I think Daniel shouldn't be allowed near labs for a while." Ophelia scratches her head thoughtfully. "He set the grass on fire on Monday."
A wet head pokes out with shampoo, "You saw him set a fire and didn't think it was important to tell me?" Dr. Davis' eyes are wide with anger. "Were you born stupid or just dropped too much as a child?"
Tears prick behind her eyes, "I didn't know, he immediately put it out when I told him to."
Dr. Davis goes back behind the curtain. "Yeah, and because of your incompetence, he could have seriously hurt someone today!" Her voice raises, making Ophelia stumble back. "Just get out of here and clean it up." Her head comes back out, she grips the curtains in a fist. "On second thought you might fuck it up and burn yourself. I'll do it when I'm finished." If curtains could slam, the way Dr. Davis savagely ripped the curtain closed could be considered a slam.
Ophelia turns on her heel, racing out of the locker room. She starts speed walking but when more tears burn at her eyes, she breaks into a sprint. She bangs the side doors open, running outside. Quick gasping breaths punch from her chest. She pumps her arms and legs, running the mile to the faculty apartments.
It usually takes Ophelia 15 minutes to walk from the school to the apartments, however, at her speed she makes it in 5 minutes. She lunges up the steps, using the railing to propel herself forward. When Ophelia reaches the 3rd floor she quickly unlocks her door and slams the door closed. She locks it, back against the door. Her chest heaves with her broken sobs.
Dr. Davis tended to be callous with her words but that was something else. The woman was shameless in her snide remarks, uncaring of Ophelia's feelings. Sure she made a mistake, but she had written up the paperwork about Daniel setting a fire and handed it into the office. Ophelia followed the rules designated in the handbook, and Headmistress Powell said she would handle it. She wasn't supposed to discuss such matters with others per the headmistress' request.
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