College Fiend [A$AP Rocky]

Thirteen

Another six hours would bring the end of my school day. But the night had much more to bring if I intended to carry through with this general plan.

Every class consisted of a moment of silence for Sheena, during which Brian cried every time. He was an emotional wreck; the teachers noticed, but they wouldn’t tell him to excuse himself. That would just embarrass him even further.

Wayne and I didn’t talk much, for he spent most of his day consoling Brian. Of course, Neffie and Flo stuck together with their poker faces, not showing any remorse. That’s when I knew that Neffie was the devil at heart. How could someone who directly caused a suicide not even feel the least bit of regret afterward? She was a wonder of the world, that girl.

The only person missing from my daily picture was Sheena. But she was gone.

This news definitely had settled in, bringing me to absolute tears as I sat in my dorm, alone, waiting for her to come back. But still, it felt a bit numb within me. I looked over to the clock to see that time was running out. It was almost eight o’ clock, when the registrar’s office would close.

I got up, dusted myself off, and left the dorm. The jog down the stairs and to that office was quicker than I anticipated; I got there only a minute after looking at the clock.

“Come in,” The registrar called after I knocked on the door. I entered the office and closed the door softly behind me. Mr. Kat’s office was considerably small, only consisting of his chair, a mahogany desk overflown with documents and notebooks, and a small leather red couch in front of it. I sat on the chair and cleared my throat.

“Who are you?” Mr. Kat asked, not even looking up from the sorting of papers he was doing.

“Sabine Brice; I’m a freshman. I came to you to talk to you about dropping out.” I said it quickly enough so that I wouldn’t have to hesitate.

“Dropping out? Why would you want to do that?” He looked up at me finally, his face surprised.

“Please, don’t try to talk me out of it. I’ve made up my mind and just want to know how you can help me.”

Mr. Kat sighed. “Well if that’s what you want, so be it. May I just notify you that you won’t be allowed to live on campus after dropping out? Not until you get a job, at least.”

“That’s fine. I plan on returning to the college, anyway. I just need to get away for a little while,” I explained. “Maybe a week, at most.”

“Oh! That isn’t ‘dropping out’, that’s just going away for a bit. Here, look, scurry on kid. I’ll give you a note for all your teachers to notify them, and I’ll send the dean a message about your short absence.” Mr. Kat chuckled, probably at me for making him think that I was about to do something serious. I sighed in relief and stood; it was a little scary for me to grasp that I’d almost dropped out.

“Actually, can you give that to them for me? I’ve really got to go. The sooner the better anyway, right?” I smiled and left before he could protest. The time now was 8:01 PM, and the train that would get me to Mississippi would be arriving at nine o’ clock.

Swiftly, and almost wanting to stop by Wayne’s dorm, I left the campus and headed for the station.

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Sneaking onto a train wouldn’t be that hard. Wisconsin being the fairly boring place that it was, I had many cousins who attempted to jump trains and succeeded. They explained to me how they pulled it off, and I never understood why they told me because I had no interest in leaving. But now it would come in handy.