I was walking out of the
room, squeezing past the other students, when I felt a small hand grasp my
upper arm.
“Wait.”
It was Janelle. This close, it looked like she hadn’t slept
for months.
“I… need to talk to
you.”
Her voice was a
squeak.
“I got the same message
as you.”
How did she know?
My palms were sweating
again, and my shoulders shook as that familiar chill returned.
“Please, you need to
listen to…”
Bella pulled me out of
the room before she could finish.
“That girl looks like
she’s on drugs.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t speak. All I could think about was how scared she
looked.
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