Imagine That: Fifth Harmony

Dinah • Car Crash

Your POV

I rushed as I tried to copy down the notes that my English teacher, Mr. Brennan, was speaking. He didn't believe in writing on interactive boards because, and I quote, "In university, your lecturer won't be writing everything on the board for you, will he?" So, to reinforce his stupid ideology, he spoke everything and he wasn't exactly the slowest speaker to exist. That is why my English book consisted of very messy, unkept scribblings from yours truly.

"Sir, can you please slow down?" Danny, a boy who was usually quiet and kept to himself spoke. Oh, Danny. Why did you have to ask that?

Mr. Brennan stopped speaking and looked to Danny with a look of disbelief. "Excuse me? What did you just ask?"

Danny visibly gulped as Mr. Brennan stood up and edged closer to his desk. "To slow down?" he squeaked nervously.

Everyone in the class knew he would regret requesting that, so just like everyone else, I zoned out on the lecture that Mr. Brennan was giving Danny, and used this precious time to perfect my previous notes. I was so involved in doing so that I didn't even realise that my name was being called. By Mr. Brennan.

"Hm, what?" I looked up quickly, noticing everyone's eyes were on me.

Mr. Brennan was no longer lecturing Danny, but instead watching me with... sympathy. I don't think I had ever seen his face hold such emotion, and that was when I knew something was wrong.

"Please can you gather your belongings and go to the office? Now?" he asked with a gentle voice. It was completely different to his usual deep, condescending tone. This time, it was as if he were treading on thin ice, afraid to break it. The ice being me.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I asked, "Why?" Only then did I notice that the headteacher was standing at the door of the classroom, with a similar expression to Mr. Brennan's. What was happening?

He closed his eyes briefly and opened them again. "Just do it please. And hurry."

Not wanting to question the man more than once, I packed away my belongings and ignored the questioning looks I was receiving from my classmates. I was just as confused as they were. Once I was ready, I walked to the front of the classroom and received a sorrowful look off my teacher. Okay then..?

I followed my headteacher to the main office and it was an extremely awkward walk. Well, on my half anyway. He, on the other hand, was written with an unsettling grief. Eventually, and thankfully, we reached the main office where only the school receptionist was. When she saw me, her face resembled the headteacher's, and that's when I grew fearful. What was going on?

"Y/N?"

I looked to my headteacher and saw he was looking nervous as he watched me. Almost as if he didn't know how to say what he was about to.

"Yes, sir?"

He took a deep breath before speaking. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we just received a call from the hospital..."

My heart sank as I waited for him to continue. The possibilities of what could have happened were endless and I needed him to speak faster.

"Your mother was involved in an accident and the hospital said they want you there," he finished apologetically.

My mother?! "Oh my god! Is she okay? Is she hurt? What's happened?!"

"I'm afraid they wouldn't share," he admitted. "But, we've called a taxi and it's waiting for you outside. Go see your mother, Y/N."

Not even wasting another breath, I bolted out of the main office and to the entrance of the school. Just as promised, there was a yellow taxi awaiting my arrival. As I entered it, all I could think about was the state of my mother.