Soren
I don't remember running.
I'm second in the main hall one second, that awful photo seared into my retinas, and the next I'm coming out the library doors, gasping for air like I've been under too long.
The library is thankfully empty, most students are either in class or are conversing in the hall, nibbling on the bones of my dignity like buzzards.
I get to the back corner, the one with the armchairs no one ever sits in because they reek of old lady perfume and moth balls, and I fall down.
The crying comes hard and fast, ripping along out of my chest like
It's going to choke me to death.
This is it. It's over.
My mother is going to kill me. Not figuratively. Literally kill me. She's probably going to make it look like an accident, she'll strangle me in the s
