Deep breathes, Chloe, deep breathes. Rumours can't spread that quickly
can they? You can do this, pretend that nothing happened Chloe. Open the doors and stroll down that corridor.
As soon as I open the doors, I could feel my cheeks flushing to my hair roots and I walk down the corridor, everybody is looking at me. I gulp and try to rub off the clinging sweat off my hands . I let out a deep breathe out and just carry on walking.
Whispers flew around the room and the louder words hit me like a bullet. "Slut" "Whore" "Bitch" "Fucker". This cannot be happening.
My pace is quickening as sweat starts to drip from my forehead. My breathe is trembling and I want the ground to swallow me whole.
This corridor suddenly felt 100 times longer than it used to be. It stretched out and twisted and turned and I want to run and run until this shit is over.
My phone pinged. I do NOT want to look at that. I would NOT look at that because I do NOT want this day to get any worse, as if it could get any worse.
And that's when it did.
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