DALA
I couldn’t find Amber.
She didn’t show up for class, and her usual seat stayed cold and empty like she’d never even existed. At this point, I didn’t know if I should be pissed or worried. Knowing Amber, probably both.
Or if I probably believed I knew her. After that day at the diner, it was very obvious that I didn’t.
Still, I had other things to deal with, like the stupid form we were supposed to submit days ago. I rolled my eyes, clutching it in one hand as I wandered through the hallways, asking the first person I saw, “Hey, do you know where Mr. Xavier’s office is?”
The girl glared at me, practically summoning the most contemptuous look she could from the pit of hell.
Then she turned around and walked away, and I almost started to think I was invisible.
Okay, fine. Rude.
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