❝ Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one ❞
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He was clad in a white fluffy robe, matching mine, his hair messy, as if he just woke up. I couldn't help but notice how good he l...
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THREE WEEKS AGO...
THE OFFICE. Those two words are every students nightmare, right? It's when you know your parents will be receiving a call, when you'll have to sit in detention or when you'll get written up. You get that horrible feeling, where your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.
The walk to the office is almost always worse than the actual punishment. The anticipating of what will happen, palms sweating and stomach flipping.
I'm currently in that position, but I don't feel scared, nervous or even worried. The only thing I could feel was worse than any fear.
Guilt
That suffocating, heavy feeling in my chest. The incessant throb in my heart, clouding my thoughts and mind.
I feel guilt.
I felt it when Blair hit the floor, I felt it when her screams ceased, I felt it when I gazed at her bloody face. Guilt blames it all in me, and I agree. I couldn't help but think of all the ways I could've avoided Blair falling. But those thoughts are all useless now, even if I regret every moment.
After I had woken up from my unconscious state, I found myself in the nurses office, on one of the uncomfortable, thin, linen-covered beds. The blinding-white light fixtures gazed back at my puffy,tired eyes, even if it was still only morning. I let out a hissing breath at the bright lights and my stiff limbs, fluttering my eyes shut again. Seeing I was awake, the nurse quickly ushered to my side.
She checked my temperature and sight before informing me I could leave and go back to class. I merely nodded, sitting up and gathering my things.
It was a chilly, December Friday, and we had about an hour left until lunch. Standing up to leave, I slowly walked to the door and felt a migraine coming in.
Ah, exactly what I needed
The hallways were empty, all the students still in class. I breathed out a sigh of relief, not having to face all the students judgmental gazes. Quietly, I walked slowly, my heels' clicks echoing around the empty space.
I mentally debated not going to class, and decided to just use my nurses excuse and go back to class right before lunch, planning to stay at the library in the meantime.
I was headed for the elevator when suddenly, the intercom blared above my head. I winced, my senses still sensitive.
"Layla Davis to report to Main Office, I repeat, Layla Davis to report to Main Office immediately"
I groaned, sucked in a deep breath and pressed level one, heading to the principals office, the Main Office.
