Sarcastically Oblivious

Four

THE LOOK on his face was priceless. But   it didn't last long because it was replaced by the look if rage and revenge and anger and pure hatred and ...and ...whoah he is walking towards me. Part of me wants to scram but the other persists and so I wait for him feigning an arrogant look.

"What is going on here?" A voice says and Reece stops right in front of me his hands clenched to fists and his eyebrows knitted.

" I said what is going on here?" the voice asks again and it's no doubt he principal's. Reece half-turns his head o the direction of the principal, " The hell do you think is going on?" he speaks in a calm sarcastic voice then he turns at me.  " We are not yet even, you wuss!"  his voice was like a whisper but it held so much hatred.

" Both of you,to my office now! The rest if you get to class. " the principal yelled angrily and stormed off to the direction of his office.

Other students began to walk off to class but Reece didn't move a muscle. He kept his eyes fixed on my face. I decided to walk past him but he grabbed my wrist. " Where do you think you're going huh!" he asked looking at my hand. I look at his face, " at the mall."  I told him sarcastically and flee from his grip then start heading to the principal's office.
" What can you afford at the mall you poverty stricken skunk?!" he asks me mockingly. I turn to look at him over my shoulder and see his blurry image, "  window shopping."

"So you and your partner decided to paint each other at the hall way huh? " the principal asked me and Reece.

" Sir, I can explain. I wa-" he didn't even let me finish the sentence ," I don't want any explanation lady. All I want is to have a little discussion with your parents so I'm going to call them." the principal stated .
Reece maintained his ' all's cool ' look.
" Sir please don't do that just punish us but don't tell our parents about this." 

" Ah, speak for your self!" Reece spoke suddenly.
" Wh-what? I'm tryn'a help us and that's what you can say. What in God's name is wrong with you?"

" Help your self."

"Enough with that I'm calling your parents. Be quiet." the principal snapped.

"Yes, good day Mrs. MacRae.... This is principal Woodworth from  high school. Can you please come to the school right now?.....oh OK thanks." he ended the call.

He started calling mom." Sir please don't do it ." he acted like he didn't hear me.
" Yes, this is principal Woodworth from highschool ,Good day Mrs. Masley. . . oh . . . so sorry . . . alright thanks."  then he ended the call.

He raised his head and looked at me.

His eyes portrayed sadness.

I started panicking from inside but I maintained my composure.
" I'm really sorry Miss MacRae." he said almost dramatically and I almost lost my mind. "What is it?" I asked him not sure if he heard me because my voice came out as a whisper.

"It's your mom." he stopped as if not sure of what he wants to say.

"Just quit being dramatic and say what's happened to her." Reece said in a bored tone while glaring at the principal and I almost thanked him for it.

The principal glared at him for a second and then turned back at me but his face regained his a-while-ago sad expression, "Your mom had an asthma attack and she's admitted at the moment at the Clarkson Hospital. The on-"  I didn't let him finish his sentence," Sir, can I go see her?" I asked him. He nodded and that's all I needed to storm off.

I walked fast to the lot and got into my car then drove off to the hospital mom is admitted to. The red right signaled for a stop. I waited impatiently for the green light whilst telling myself not to panic and the same time praying for mom to be alright.  

The green light went on and I started the car at a high speed.

Just when I thought things  couldn't get any worse my car started slowing down. I checked the fuel tank and there was no enough oil to pull me even a few meters ahead.

' God, I know you are there so please help me. Even if I don't make it there fast, just help my mom recover, please. ' I prayed while leaning against my car.

I started cracking my brain for ideas on how to get there. No idea. I tried to stop some cars but each passed at a speed.

I decided to walk to the hospital. It seemed like a crazy idea but I had to get there. After walking a few metres I decided to jog. When I got tired I walked when I regained some strength I jogged again.

I reached at a bus stop, my mouth was dry and my legs wary.

The bus came up and I got in. Few minutes later we pulled up at a stop just few metres from the hospital building.

  I ran to it and went to the receptionist. " Sorry ma'am I'm here to-" I was out of breath. I breathed in sharply and at the while the receptionist stared at me disbelievingly. " I'm here to see a patient named Mrs Masley." I finally managed to say it. She looked into her book and smiled vaguely, " Third floor , room- "  she didn't finish her sentence as some people came in shouting.

"Call doctor Levine now."  the man in white shouted at the receptionist who just like me , was taken aback by the situation.

She recovered her shock and called the doctor. I tried to be patient all this while. Some people who had brought the chaos started murmuring about the accident that just happened at the street.

When she was done she looked at me as if she had forgotten I was still there.

"Room number?" I asked now losing my patience. "Oh sorry, number 128." She said after she had gone through her book again."Thanks." I replied and ran off to the elevator.

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