Author's Note:
One hundred and thirty-five days is a long time...
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The weekend consisted mostly of me training Oreo and doing homework. It passed in a blur of surrealism, of me constantly repeating the phrase, "I have a puppy" to make it feel more tangible.
Upon Monday's arrival, parting from Oreo had been one of the worst pains of my life. With a final cuddle of her silken fur, I hopped out into the slowly chilling Autumn air and started my car.
The ride was peaceful, and I was in the student parking lot within the next five minutes. Today I had felt daring, so I had attuned my attire to match my mindset.
My hair was loosely curled and pinned to the left side of my head. My lips were bright red with subtle smoky eyes. A flowing, spaghetti-sleeved red blouse floated around my torso, with a leather jacket on to add layers. My white skinny jeans hugged my legs, and my red, wedged booties added four inches to my normal height.
I grabbed my purse and my bag, stepped out onto the tarmac lot, and shut the door of my car. I pursed my lips, deep in thought.
I felt the unnerving feeling of lingering gazes on my back, which I took notice of almost instantly. I frowned. Was it my outfit? Was my hair a mess? Self-consciously, I tousled my hair and patted down my shirt.
However, I couldn't ignore the whispers that seemed to follow me in a trail. As I replaced the heavier of my textbooks in my locker, which I seldom came to, I felt a small tug on my jacket sleeve.
I turned to the person, a girl standing only about five feet tall, who I towered over due to my heels. Her eyes are green, big and doe-like, holding a certain child-like innocence. Her long blonde hair in ringlets to her mid-torso and her lips are small and pouted, her face not unlike porcelain. The only way to describe her was... fairy-like.
"Hello." Her voice was soft, high, and pretty. "You need to come with me."
"What?" I question, bewildered.
"Come on! It's important!" She giggled, bounding ahead.
My mind thoroughly addled, I hurry to keep pace with her skip-steps, that propelled her forward with a surprising quickness.
So absorbed in following the little girl, I fail to notice the knowing glances exchanged between other students in the hallway.
She lead me up, higher into the school. We passed dimly-lit hallways and she leads me through a blue door, clearly in need of a new coat of paint, which ultimately lead to a long maze of hallways she expertly maneuvered through, not faltering once.
"Are you sure we're supposed to her here?" I inquire, still following nonetheless.
She lets out a high giggle and then calls, "Of course!" without turning around once.
Finally, she opens a door, and we're exposed to the outside. I look down, realizing just how high we were. She leads me to a staircase, rusty and rickety, an unused fire escape. I finally paused, hesitating. Why was I even following this girl? She could be leading me to my death for all I knew!
She unremittingly continued her climb, coming to a halt once she'd realized I was no longer following her.
"What are you waiting for?" She asks, a bubbly giggle escaping her pink lips.
"Okay, slow down and tell me what is going on. You could be leading me here to push me off the building for all I know!" I exclaim, voicing my thoughts.
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