SHE left them in the hallway for a long, long drink of water to fill herself. They hadn’t said anything about not drinking, had they? No, they hadn’t. She managed to leave them at their next class, which she thankfully wasn’t in, and then walked quickly to the nurse.
She could barely walk steadily, but she reached there and opened the door quickly. The nurse, a jolly woman in her forties, with dark, curly hair and brown eyes, looked up when she saw Avery. Her face morphed into a worried one as she rushed over to the weak girl. “Are you okay, dear?”
“My ankle.” Avery mumbled, remembering to stick to a more believable story, also one that wouldn’t get her sent to a foster home.
“Alright, come here, dear.” The nurse said, leading Avery over to the bed in the back. She sat her down on the
