On the phone*
Melissa: Wh... wh... wh... What?!?! Is she okay ? Where is she
? When can I see her ? Is it serious ? Melissa cries down the phone, in the school toilets with her dinner tray on her lap. She always sat down in the toilets as she wasn't that popular.
999: We don't know precisely what's wrong but you will need to come to hospital, right away. Melissa threw her tray on the floor, ran out of the toilets heading for the doors with her satchel hanging off her arm, dropping her glasses as she scuttles along the corridors until she walks into the headmistress....
Mrs St Jones: And where do you think your going? As she tries her hardest to ignore her. I'm talking to you! Melissa swings round.
Mellisa: Errrr... I .... I ..... I .....
Mrs St Jones: You ?
Melissa: I just need to go home, okay? She rushes of leaving the headteacher stood there alone. Mrs St Jones shrieks down the corridor telling her to wait.
Melissa runs so fast she almost tripped over to get home and see her sister she knew it was bad... She just did.
She fumbled in her bag to find the key as cold as it was her hands were shaking and the worry make her shake even more. At last she got the key in and slammed open the door, leaving it wide open as she ran to her sisters room. It was pitch black there was nothing that could be to do with the call from the ambulance service, she peered out of the window then she saw it a rope hanging from the football goal. Melissa jumped down the stairs opened the back door and ran to the goal, she cried even more, by now she knew it was much worse. There was a chair knocked over 30cm away from the rope and an envelope beside it.......I should update more within the next 24 hours
Mollie x ❤️
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ChickLitA teenage girls drama when her family has a crisis and the bully's get from bad to worse...