Tongue Slip

jaycob

It takes me a whole hour of hugging and rocking myself back and forth and whispering sweet nothings to own self for my panic attack to reduce enough for me to go back.

I could not miss another one of my classes even I'd I have already covered most of everything they will be teaching.

I wipe my face to rid me of the tear strikes across my face and take deep breaths you calm myself before I pick up my bag and walk out trying to be as discreet as possible.

After this morning I was not looking for any more attention from anywhere.

I joined the rushing crowd and tried my best to camouflage by letting my hair down but with its colour and lustre I know I'm not doing a good job.

Luckily the gossip mill seems to have moved on from me to some newbie guy who happens to be "drool worthy " .

I am glad because then no one will actually care do much about me and my morning scene.

I sigh with relief when I see that Carlisle isn't leaning on my locker like I expected.

I rush to it quickly opening it and pulling out the trench coat I had thrown in there last year after Carlie had convinced me that it was way too hot to wear it.

I never thought of it again  until  now because  I was desperately in need of it.

After pulling it on and fixing myself up, I pick up my books for respective classes and turn abruptly slamming  into something... Or someone.

I really  hope it's more of something.

"Argh whatever is wrong  with my Guardian Angel today? " I mutter under my breath.

A soft but raspy chuckling is heard.

Hurray Now my cover is blown.

I raise my eyes up to look at the lucky guy who I happen to have collided with.

My eyes met with deep chocolate brown eyes.

Let's just say today I was never meant to go to school and karma is a butch that bites when you are least prepared.

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At this  point the ceiling  to the nurse's office was way better  looking  than anything else that I've ever set my eyes on.

I turn my eyes  slowly from the ceiling as if it hurts to look at the huge grandfather clock that looked out of place in the somewhat sterile room.

School ended an hour  ago but I was still  here because  I locked myself in.

I just wanted to run away  or better still  hide forever from everything.

I just was not yet ready  for any of these stuff.

I mean I was not ready to have people  know... Not yet...I am definitely  not ready for the pity and pretend Sympathy or the judgement on me and my actions
Don't get me wrong I don't  regret  anything I've done... Okay maybe  I'm not  so sure  about  that anymore.

Voices  are heard from  the other  side of the door and I know  they are inquiring  about me and my whereabouts.

A certain particular voice stands out above  the others who are Carlie and Spring and Patty, the nurse.

She is the only other  person who  knows  about  my scars.

The new voice  triggers  my mind  to years back.

@#
So remember that I told you I was in karate and  Kung Fu class?  
If you  don't... Now you do.

I was not exactly  a bad ass right from  the start.