They Just Stare

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The breeze of the cold corridor air makes my skin tingle. I feel each goosebump that forms. My long wavy hair flops around as I walk. My backpack drags my posture to the ground. I want to collapse. I had to do five other people's homework last night, I was planning on telling them 'no' the next time they want me to do their homework but I'm too shy and scared. An old friend bumps my arm, I turn to face her and apologise but she just stares, cluelessly. 

"Sorry" I say with a tiny voice. She doesn't respond. Maybe she doesn't want to talk today but she is usually really happy to see me. I check my phone to give an excuse to leave. "Oh my, look at the time! I must go and finish off some outstanding work," I mutter as I jog away. I turn my head to see her but she is still staring where I previously was. As if I am still standing there. I spin my head back in the direction to where I am walking. My brain fills with questions. I stumble over an empty water bottle and fall onto the ground. My knees sting from the impact of the cool tiles that cover the corridor. 

I put my hands on the dirty floor and put all my weight onto them as I push myself from the ground. As soon as I stand up everyone freezes and stares at me, blankly. You could hear nothing. No footsteps in the background, just nothing. The pace of my heart rate fastens. I realise that everyone is wearing dog tags around their necks, each saying their name and age. 

'Alpha Miller, Age: 15' says on one of the girl's dog tags, who is staring right into the pupil of my eye. With no emotion. With no intention or meaning to stare, like a little kid who can't help themselves. As if she sees something different about me and is trying to figure it out. "Alpha!" I hear my voice echo through the corridor. "Alpha!" I scream hoping for a response. Nothing. 

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