I entered the classroom taking a seat in the chair . "Katrina you're late again for the fiftieth time this week " the teacher addressed from her desk . Stiles glanced over to Katrina, he could see her deteriorating look in her face . She looked tired and worn down . Which concerned him massively. "Alright volunteers to the Board , Katrina , Malia, Lydia, Diego" The teacher called out to us . The classroom buzzed with the usual energy of students, but today was different. The teacher's request for volunteers to the Board caught my attention, and before I knew it . I found myself standing up which in nearly stumbled over my desk making a few students look towards me . "Yeah have a problem " I asked towards there nosy glances making her friends share a worried glance towards each other .
I made my way to the front, I noticed the math problem on the board . I could barely see it that well the drugs and amount of alcohol in my system was playing a part in my obscured Vision .
Lydia noticed Malia, struggling with the math problem on the board. She couldn't help but empathize with her, as I shared the same disdain for math. In a hushed tone, Lydia whispered, "X equals 25," hoping to alleviate her frustration. A small smile appeared on her face. Lydia glanced over at Katrina , who seemed to be behaving oddly. Katrina wasn't even writing anything, and Lydia couldn't help but notice her behavior. Concerned, Lydia called out to her friend.
"Katrina," Lydia whispered, trying to get my attention. I turned to face her, responding rather loudly, which only confirmed Lydia's suspicions. "Yes?" I replied, my voice betraying my intoxicated state. Lydia glanced at Malia, who had also noticed Katrina's strange behavior, and they exchanged concerned looks. "Are you drunk right now ?" Lydia whispered quietly as Malia soon looked to Katrina concerned. "Nooooo ..that wouldn't be mature of me " Katrina said drunkly towards Lydia . Malia and Lydia gave each other a concerned look .
Feeling the need to address the situation privately, Lydia took hold of my arm and led me down the hall, with Malia following closely behind. We entered the girls' restroom, where I could see the worry etched on their faces. "Are you okay?" Malia asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. "Oh yeah, me. I'm good," I responded with a drunken chuckle, trying to brush off the situation. Lydia knew better, though. She knew this wasn't the same Katrina who had quit drinking and smoking a year ago at Alison's request .
"Katrina, why are you drunk on a school day?" Lydia asked, her concern evident in her voice.
"Because school is depressing," I replied, slurring my words but speaking truthfully. Lydia sighed, realizing that Katrina was using alcohol as an escape from her problems. But neither of them knew Katrina was using drugs to alleviate her pain . "Okay, here," Lydia said, reaching into her bag and retrieving a water bottle. "You need to drink all of that," she instructed me , more like insisted, as she placed the bottle in my hand."Why?" I asked, confused, as I took a seat on the restroom floor. Just then, a few students entered the restroom, causing both Malia and Lydia to panic. "Shit," Malia whispered under her breath, realizing the potential consequences of Katrina ' drunken state being discovered. She hurried over to Katrina.
"Okay, let's go before someone snitches on your drunk ass," Malia whispered, pulling me up from the floor. I struggled to maintain my balance,my words slurring as i spoke. "Then they get punc... punched," I mumbled, trying to convey my intent to defend myself .
"Yeah, no punching... remember, just walk away," Lydia whispered, guiding them out of the restroom. Once they were out in the hallway, Lydia and Malia made sure I drank the entire bottle of water before their next class, . Like I had any choice in the matter I didn't only enough ensuring that I would be sober enough to go inside.••••••••••••••••••••
Once the fourth class ended, We stepped out into the hallway, only to be greeted by the news of an axe murder. Kira voiced her surprise, exclaiming, "An axe murder?" She told us. "A family murder, an axe murder."Stiles's responded . I wasn't really listening to be fair . Scott, who had already heard about it from his mom, shared the news with us. "My mom called me. She knew we'd see it on the news," he explained. Stiles, eager to investigate, suggested that we go and find out more. But Scott reminded us of the impending Econ class, urging us to prioritize our education. My grades completely tanked to the deep end when Allison died .
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Whispered promises
FanfictionKatrina Grayson wanted a fresh start in the quiet town of Beacon Hills, but the supernatural occurs and secrets of her past refuse to stay buried. Can Katrina reconcile her human Life ? Or will the revelations about her family and her captors destr...