The awkward atmosphere as Octavia rushed away was tense to say the least. It was clear to see she had been embarrassed. I was sure the words were said in jest, but the humiliation upon Octavia's face had been clear. She had not wanted to be there. Nor had she expected us to be there. The multi-colour-haired school counselor gave us another smile, but this time there was unease behind it. I think perhaps she felt bad for what she had said about her friend, and so she should...
“She looked upset. Do you want me to go after her?” The other teacher, who had approached the door with Octavia and her friend asked. A woman a few years older than the other two. But the class counselor shook her head, while her eyes lingered down the hallway, perhaps watching where her friend retreated.
"No. I
