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33 | MISSING

"My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time."

[33]

I SIGH AND shake my head quickly before opening up the bathroom door and heading to my next class, P.E. There is no doubt that Lily will notice my foul mood and begin to question me on it as I was fine a few minutes ago.

I walk into the change rooms and get changed. I already know I'm late so there is no point in trying to get there any earlier, I'm already in a lot of trouble as it is. What are another ten minutes going to mean?

I slip my P.E t-shirt over my head, the cold material against my skin creating a shiver to run down my already freezing body. I quickly pull my hair into a high ponytail before heading out the change rooms. On the way out, I glance at myself but grimace at the sight.

Ugliness.

I swing the change room's door open and run out the building, quickly walking to my class. I open the gym doors and immediately, everyone's heads snap over to me. Feeling self-conscious, I let my long hair cover my face despite the fact that it's in a ponytail.

"Oi!" Mr Clarrens shouts. I look up at his red, angry face, his eyes a dark shade of brown.

I'm so in trouble.

"Is there a reason why you're late to class, Ms Thompson? Or do you just like joining your classes halfway through each lesson?" He shouts. I stare at him while silently trying to think of a good excuse, except, I don't have one.

"I – I," I stutter. "I was in the bathrooms because...I spilt milk down my shirt?" I mutter stating the excuse more like it is a question.

"Not good enough, Thompson. I expect to see you after school in my office. Is that clear or do I have to say it again?" He demands questionably. He's acting like I'm a fucking five-year-old.

"I understand..." I murmur. Mr Clarrens nods his head before demonstrating how to properly use a hockey stick.

"Hey..." I hear Lily whisper from beside me. I glance sideways at her before completely ignoring her and 'watching' Mr Clarrens attempt at teaching.

"What?" She mutters quietly. I shake my head and take a step sideways away from her. This only prompts Lily to take a step sideways towards me. I – again – take a step away from her.

"Fucking hell, Isabelle. What's gotten into you?" She hisses between her teeth, quite angrily might I add. I sigh and turn to look at her.

"It's nothing, I swear. All I want is to listen to Mr Clarrens teach us how to use a fucking hockey stick. Is that clear or do I have to repeat myself?" I snap, repeating the same words Mr Clarrens said to me earlier.

"Isabelle, all I want to know is -" Lily begins but I cut her off.

"I don't care, Lily," I murmur quietly. Lily huffs and crosses her arms across her chest, popping her hip out. I roll my eyes at her typical sassiness while she eyes me waiting for an explanation.

"I'm fine, Lily," I mumble. Lily rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Sure..." She drones on. I grit my teeth in anger before raising my hand to get Mr Clarrens's attention. Mr Clarrens's head snaps towards mine and he glares at me.

"What now, Thompson?" He snaps furiously, his ears turning a bright red.

"Uh—uh, I think I'm going to vomit..." I say dramatically, holding my hand up to my mouth. Mr Clarrens rolls his eyes at me and shakes his head.