Broken Chapter 11

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I frowned, looking down at my hall pass. Screw this! I threw the pass to the ground, stomping out in a flurry. I needed to leave now. Now. Right now. I groaned, nearly in tears. I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in front of the door and threw up.

"Hey. Hey. Are you ok?" the person touched my back

"Hey. I have to get out of here now." I said realizing it was Brennan.

"Um ok I know a way." He smiled, leading me down the stairs as I staggered, slightly losing consciousness.

"I I can't." I sighed, touching my head and falling to the floor. The night was black. I was dead.

•••

"Hey sweetie!" said a faint voice. "You're awake!"

"Mom!" I jerked my head up, straining my neck. "GET OUT!"

"Hey." a stern voice said, pushing me back down.

The door opened before I could look around the room. "This young man carried you all the way to the hospital after you blacked out. We need you to stay the night so we can monitor you." A doctor with a thick mustache said.

"Thanks.." I muttered then went back to sleep.

I woke up an hour later, my visitors gone. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Fabu: Hey bad news.

Me: wat?

Fabu: can't go to the dance wit u

Me: y not

Fabu: just stuff sorry.

I frowned. The dance was tomorrow and I needed to find someone. I slammed down my phone and solved my problem I slept.

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"Hey! WAKE UP!" Christina yelled at me, looking dressed up. "It's time for the dance, that outfit will have to do." She said, eyeballing me rudely.

"Um Chris-"

"C'mon then!"

" Thing is I can't go."

"Why not?!"

"I couldn't find a date."

"Oh. No wonder with a face like yours. You can't hang with us anyway." she walked away.

I cried.

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I awoke with a start, my horrific dream leaving cold sweat behind my ears. I needed to find a date.

Unknown POV:

I needed to find a girl willing to go to the Wickliffe school dance with me. I had business to do there. I decided I would look tomorrow up at the dance for straggling girls. Then I would go in there and finish my business. It may be gruesome but it must be done. It must.

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