MIRELLA
As I walked out of one of the locker room showers, I went to where I put my bag, but it was gone..... Maybe I put it in my locker instead? Well I don't know, but I'll check. Nope, it wasn't in there. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO FOR BASEBALL PRACTICE? frick -_- . Well at least I have extra clothes in here. I went to one of the changing rooms and put my clothes on. They didn't smell too great. Ell would have perfume and deodorant. No worries.
I walked around the locker room looking for her, calling her name, but no answer. Maybe I should call her phone. It rang...rang some more...then went to voicemail. That's strange, she always answers my calls. Well what exactly am I supposed to do now? Skip class? Look for her? Am I late for class, is that why she isn't answering? No way, we both have a free period. Today is Tuesday, right? Oh I don't know anything right now, I'm freaking out. I check my phone, yeah today is Tuesday, 10:47. Well something isn't right. I decided to go look around the school for her.
I checked in every bathroom, then again just incase I missed her. I wondered around the school, looked into windows in classes, I EVEN CHECKED THE LIBRARY, I HATE READING! She was nowhere to be found. Well what am I supposed to do? I called her phone again, for the eighth time. Just when I was about to hang up without hope, she picked up the phone, or I think it was her, she was a little drowsy and was mumbling her words.
E : Ell
M : Mirella
E: help
M: WHAT, ELL WHERE ARE YOU? WHY HAVENT YOU BEEN ANSWERING ME? WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?
E: help......me......head......hurt
M: WHERE ARE YOU? OH MY GOSH ELL I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME! TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!
E: trunk.......movin carrr
M: DO YOU KNOW WHICK ONE?
E: no........jus woke upp from phone.......moving pease help
M: IM COMING...... I LOVE YOU ELL
E: luv you t........
Her voice fades out. I end the call. I rush into the bathroom before I burst into tears. F*CK F*CK F*CK HOW COULD I NOT PROTECT MY BEST FRIEND, IM SUCH A......terrible best friend.
Depression fills my heart. I need to go help her, but how? What is going on? Is this all a dream? I start hitting my head in the bathroom stall, but after I know for a fact it's not, I stop. My head is pounding, but it's giving me ideas. Am I really gonna keep banging my head against the bathroom stall? Yup.
All of a sudden, when the world starts to get all wonky, a bright orange light surrounds me. Maybe I hit my head too many times. No, I don't think so, I was being lifted off my feet and over the stall doors. When my feet finally hit the ground, I tried to run, run, run, run. I was running in place, but I felt like I was running in a marathon. I looked into the mirror. Was that me?
