Jamey
“You look like s**t” Omar said, his voice amused.
Since my nightmare, I hadn’t slept a wink.
Staring out my office window, I tried to arrange the events of yesterday in my head. From f*****g meadow, to meeting her mum and then having the nightmare.
What prompted it?
“Earth to Jamey? Bro are you good?” Omar asked again.
“Yh I’m good” I replied, turning to face him.
“That’s a lie. What’s up?” He asked again.
“I’m just..”
Knock knock
“Mr Salvador, you have a guest” Meadow said, standing by the door.
Before I could ask who it was, I watch Mr Goodman and Debby shove meadow and walk into my office.
The monsters of my nightmares stood infront of me. If looks could kill, I would be dead. Goodman gave me death glares while Debby looked at me with hopefulness.
Disgusting.
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