Her Lower Back

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Madison sat in her math class, counting down the seconds before she could leave to get lunch.

“7, 6, 5, 4, 3," She counted in her head. "2..." then the second hand stopped moving. It just stopped. Instead of buying proper working clocks, you waste it on stupid crap. Way to go, school. Thank you very much.

She looked down at her unfinished work, thinking of how much she did not get done, when the bell shrilled throughout the halls and classroom. Madison rolled her eyes, slowly getting up. The pain in her back crept its way up her spine the higher she got off the plastic chairs.

Immediately, her teeth dug into her bottom lip, making sure she doesn't start crying in this class.

"Are you alright, Madi?" Mr. Smicker asked, worry laced in his voice. Madison has been cringing the whole entire class time. She might have been trying to mask it, but it was obvious to him, to everyone.

"Yeah." Her voice quivered but she covered it up with her priceless smile.

Her arms tried to reach for her purse that laid on her the floor next to her desk.

"Here," Smicker said, grabbing the purse himself, "I got it." Her brows scrunched together.

"Thanks," She mumbled. Smicker went first to the door with Madison following behind. When she was about to walk out he handed her neon green satchel.

"Stay safe." And with that, she walked off into the corridors.

The whole way to her car and to Subway down the road, Madison started thinking about what happened earlier in the morning. The reason she was in pain was him, emotionally and physically. Instead of getting her diary-

"CRAP!" She yelled. Madison totally forgot about her diary! She was so caught up on how Traineer felt against her, the comfort and security he provides that she completely forgot the actual reason she was there. Maybe that's why she got pushed, because she was an utter idiot.

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