Chasing Her

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Ruth’s POV

I looked for Darling today. In the halls, in the lunchroom, I even asked girls to check the bathroom for me. No luck. Darling may be able to skip lunch, but she can’t skip a class can she? Another thought crossed my head… What if she was absent? I silently prayed she be there, I had to confront her. I have to help her. Help her with what though? I’ll get her a band-aid. Why did she run from me? No girl runs from me, said a rather narcissistic part of my mind. Finally, nearing the end of the day, I opened the door to my answer(s) and my next class. There she was. Darling sat with her head down on the desk and with her hood up. Our teacher was on his knee by her side whispering things in her ear. I sat down on the other side of the room and began to pull out my things for the project today. Class began and our teacher announced for everyone to break into their groups of two. As everyone scrambled, I found myself alone. Darling went to working with her old partner and I was working alone. I couldn’t help but keep watching Darling throughout the class, even though she just sat there with most of her hair covering her face, I wanted to know what was underneath that thin black hoodie. What were the cuts from? The bell rang and I raced after her for she ran from the class. I chased her down the hall and seized her arm. Crying in pain, she sunk to the floor. People passing by stared. “Let go…let go..” she begged me. I grabbed her wrists and shook her, “What are you hiding from me?” Darling shook her head and tried to get up. “Tell me!” I demanded. A new voice came in, “Is there a problem here?” I looked up to see a very stern looking teacher. “No sir,” I replied playing it cool. I released Darling and she fled from me.  The teacher wrapped his hand over my shoulder, “Lets see what the principal has to say.”

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AN: I sorta gave up hope on this. That's why this is a late upload. I hope you guys like it. Comment, Vote. Thank You.

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