She was looking at
me. This girl, for sure, was looking at
me. Could she be the one who had sent
the message?
The professor was droning
on about the importance of proper citations in a research paper, and my mind
had drifted, so had my eyes.
What was her name? I had probably heard it called a million
times, and I never once retained it.
She was watching me.
She was watching me, but
it hadn’t been her eyes I had felt on me before. No, her eyes were tired looking, the irises a
pale blue.
She looked as terrified
as I felt.
June. Jane.
Janet. Janelle…
That was her name. Janelle.
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