It Hurts...

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   The clocks hands moved slowly along, while my foot tapped excitedly. Do not take your eyes off that clock. The hand that counts the seconds hits the 12 and the bell sounds. Even though I was expecting it, I still jump. I get up, gather my things and shuffle out of the room. As I run down the hallway I dodge left and right. Not stopping to do anything; not even to say sorry when I hit some girl in the shoulder. If I stop then I will be late and I will see the one person that I don't want to see. I stop to look at myself in a glass panel, and see a girl that needs a nap. I haven't realized it yet but, Marshell Sweet is standing next to me. He is looking at me while I look at myself. I turn to walk but instead walk right into him. I look up and see his beautiful sky blue eyes looking at me, looking relaxed.

"Hi Abbey." His words make my throat dry and my tounge stick to the roof of my mouth. I feel his hands on the small of my back, then they are gone. Leaving two warm prints dissolving into my skin.

"Bye.." I race around his side and practically sprint around the corner. I stand against the wall to wait for my heart to calm.

    "Well screw you too then!" I can hear my best friend, Kayla, from two halls away. I start laughing, knowing that she is yelling at her boyfriend. Before I know it she is stomping down the hallway at me.

"Hey, you ready?" I was still giggling to myself, but shook my head yes. She starts walking so I follow. 

"So, whats up with you and Joey?" I hear a huff but nothing else.

"Kayla, are you guys ok?" I tried not to ask if they had broken up.

"Yes we're fine. Don't worry about it." She starts taking off her jacket and puts it in her bag. I stop walking as I can feel the blood coming to my face. There is a red hand mark all around her upper arm. On her lower arm there are little black and blue bruises in the shape of fingertips.

"Kayla, are you sure everything is fine?" She stops and I can see her shoulders shaking, she has started crying.

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