premonition [s.m]

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It was like a scene directly from a movie.

Everyone parted ways in the hallway as they stopped their chatter as she walked through the hallway. So much for not wanting to make a scene, she thought to herself. But then again, she wouldn't even have to say anything or even do anything for her to be a scene. Everyone in the small town knew what happened. They all heard about what happened four days ago after the football game.

They knew. Everyone knew.

The faces of the students all were the same; sadness in their eyes with their lips pursed into a frown. Some tried to talk to her but she kept walking and instead raised the volume of her music higher. She even knew that people were looking at her from behind. She could feel their eyes as they bore into her.

Everyone wants to see the girlfriend of the recently deceased quarterback.

She passed the locker that was decorated with student made memorials and walked to hers. As she turned to look at those looking at her, they all went back to their previous conversations and pretended to have an interest in the walls. From the corner of her eye she could see his locker and she was haunted with the last shared memory.

"Give your arm some rest today." She said to him as he leaned against the locker. "You don't want to add pressure to it."

"How is me leaning against it gonna add pressure?" He laughed as he stood up straight, his body no longer leaning against the blue lockers.

"When you're making a throw and your arm hurts, I bet you're gonna be thinking, Wow, I should have listened to my very smart and very beautiful girlfriend, Sabrina, who I love to death."

Sabrina turned her attention back to her now open locker and she saw a pink envelope peeking from the other envelopes that look like they'd been stuffed into her locker through the slits. She knew it was his because he always left her notes on Friday's after the last class period. They were always neat because he would open her locker and place them in the same spot.

Sabrina remembered when she was a sophomore and she and him became friends and she gave him the passcode.

"Shit," he swore under his breath. "I forgot to put this away in my locker."

"Oh, just put it in mine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Here. Gimme your arm." He extended his arm to her and in her purple pen, she wrote out her passcode to the locker: 4-14-44.

Sabrina pushed aside the envelopes that she couldn't care less about and grabbed the pink envelope and placed it in her backpack. She didn't need to open up the letter in the hallway. Looking at his last words for her was a private thing. She didn't want to share that moment nor the memory with everyone in the hallway.

She gathered her things for her first three classes and then closed her locker before placing her hands in the pockets of the oversized hoodie that still smelled like him, and headed to the stairs.

Her first class was filled with the morning announcements and after the pledge of allegiance, which she sat down through because she couldn't find the heart to stand up and place her hand to her chest - something she was tired of doing the last few days - the principals voice came on.

He cleared his throat. "Students, good morning, this is Principal Peterson speaking. As you all know, our beloved Varsity Football Captain, senior student Shawn Mendes, was involved in a car wreck that took his life." Sabrina heard how his voice began to tremble and she stared out the window and looked at the wet student parking lot. In the one spot that was open, she felt her heart sigh. The classic Jeep of his was missing. "Please stand and bow your heads for a moment of silence."