I have to make it to the meeting before Rachel, so I'm running, even though I know I shouldn't. I just have to make it—Rachel beat me in psych jeopardy today, so if she waltzes into premed before I do, even though no one really keeps track like I think they do, I might just have to commit an honor suicide.
My backpack's slapping into my tail bone, and it hurts like hell. The straps are too long, but I can't tighten them anymore. Too short, arms too small. Weirdly enough, my lungs feel fine, as does my head. In fact, I barely feel like I'm was running at all, aside from that stupid backpack.
I burst into Mr. Kesiki's biology classroom, which is where premed club meets up after school.
I stop just inside the door, then grin. No Rachel. Just everyone—Hannah, Ben, Mackenzie, and Jenna—staring at me.
"What?" I say, breathless. Weird. My lungs still don't hurt at all. My head feels so strange: disconnected from the rest of my body, and kind of pleasantly dizzy.
"Nothing," Ben says. "You just look sorta... tired."
"Oh." I wave a hand. "I'm good." I turn to Hannah. "Hey, is the conference getting moved because of all the flood days?"
She checks her notebook. "Uh... nope, it's still on the tenth."
"Oh, good," I say, because I can't miss the premed conference and I have a very strict schedule to keep. "That's really good." I feel super dizzy. I give Hannah a thumbs up, and then I pass out.
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Once More with Passion
Roman pour Adolescents𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺.