"The Quartermaster's report shows three-thousand
two-hundred gallons of
blue'shoe milk and
vapor sensitizers each will
suffice for a division index of ten-point-five,
no more. The children who skew
data, have not begun to derive
their trust of the apparent
Understanding. Human
outlier: 1"
(Unproven)
Emily was in danger. She almost wished she didn't know it yet. She knew.
The administration had conducted strange activities surrounding her for weeks. This was another.
The binder was colder than it should be underneath her hand. The white frayed surfaces showed its age. Dirt had compacted its way into the edges and depths of the cover.
Just a delivery squire, now, am I?
It was almost the end of the period, and she had hoped for time alone. Her mind was wavering back and forth. The risks were high, or they were vacant of their edge. It all depended on what was in that binder. She could risk not opening it at all, but that came as a double-pronged fork. She would not know information that may be useful to her. Worse, they discover she wanted to open it. If they knew this, and she never did open it, they would know that she was hiding her feelings.
The punishment would be minimal, if it was nothing, which it most likely was.
Zzzzzrriinnnggg!
Students flooded the hallway. As she neared the athletic hallway, the crowd dispersed for some time as she entered the adjacent cafeteria.
Emily looked at the digital clock with its blue blocky letters. Ten-Fifty. Something vibrated in her mind about that. Not so much attempting to escape confines, but to create as much noise as possible to gain her attention. Emily resisted shaking her head. She pushed it back with the phalange of a deep memory. A hug. As warm as it was, Emily had no face assigned to the hugger.
The athletic hallway began to empty into the locker rooms. If Emily was going to open the binder and peer at its contents, she knew, the time was now. Hesitation still gripped her, even as her fingernails fiddled with the edge of the plastic.
The main court door slammed open just ahead of her. Emily couldn't resist her subconscious jump. A bloody beast limped from it like a beaten circus animal. Emily first thought to assist it. No. It was a person, but still a beast. Collin. His lip was bloody, likely from knocks to his teeth. Blood also sponged on his hair and eyebrows. Emily remembered the past, when she was mistakenly stuck in a gym class with the antagonistic Collin. He typically left the girls alone, but would mistake their defense from his predation as weakness. Collin deserved every school fight that he found. In fact, Emily felt the irritation to kick Collin herself now too.
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