Open Floor

OF - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

I woke up the following morning with a weight on my waist. I was on my bed facing the closed door. I turned to see the person who had an hand placed on my waist, and thankfully, it was just April and not Leroy.

I sat up on my bed and admired the colors of the curtain that covered the whole glass door and wall that protected us from the sun's light. It had a nice shade of orange and yellow.

Today was a pretty good day for me until I noticed the time on my wall clock. 9:12am.

"Oh my God! April, get up!" I shook her by the arm roughly and she responded with a groan.

"April, we still have school and it's already past 9! We've already missed 1st period!"

"Oh fudge!" she sat up instantly with a hand on her head. "And we don't have PE today!"

Ignoring her concern, I hopped off my bed and started to run, but my foot came contact with something soft sending me falling towards the floor. I landed on my hands pretty badly and the right one stung.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Leroy sat up with his eyes still closed and his right hand was rubbing his left arm where I accidentally kicked him.

"What're you doing on my floor?" I asked ignoring his question. His eyes shot open and he scanned his surroundings.

"Oh, right. We're in your room."

"And we're also in big trouble if we don't go to school," I said getting back up on my feet again before sprinting towards the door and to the bathroom.

It took us at least 30 minutes to get ready and exactly 16 minutes to get to school, leaving us with only two minutes to get to our third period. Mine was Spanish with Leroy while April's is English. April's building was just by the entrance while Leroy and mine was at the very back of the school. It was a 3-minute walk and the girls' stairs were separated from the boys' so Leroy and I parted ways as we ran and entered the building. There were no more students in the hallways, but we hadn't heard the bell yet. One turn left and I would be in the spanish hall. I heard a pair of feet running from the hall. It was probably Leroy so ran faster but when I reached the turn, I crashed into someone sending us both stumbling to the ground.

For the second time today, I landed on my hands on the floor and my right one stung once again, but this time, it was like twice as painful. I seriously need to stop hitting Leroy because we would always end up on the floor and my hand would sting. I could have a sprain or something. Or it might break. Or worse. It could get cut off. But right now, that wasn't the case. It just stung.

"Leroy, we've got to stop meeting like this," I said trying to hide the trace of pain in my face before glancing at him. The person I stumbled with wasn't Leroy. This guy was bigger and had more muscles. This person was wearing a more formal attire than Leroy's black shirt, jeans, and Vans shoes.

"Are you okay?" the person asked with a deep voice.

My eyes met his face and he definitely ain't Leroy. He was Mr. Ward.

The bell rang as he extended a hand out for me to grab on to. Without thinking, I held out my right hand and I groaned in pain when he touched it.

"Ow!"

"What's wrong?" he continued to pull me up, and I pulled away and rubbed my right hand with my left as soon as I could manage to stand on both feet. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll take you to the clinic."