The next morning, I couldn’t focus in class, my head throbbed, and my vision swam. Every gaze in my direction made her paranoid, and every whisper sounded like my name. My hone buzzed quietly in my pocket. I slipped it out under the desk, and it was an unknown number.
“Library. Back corner. Now.”
My breath caught in my throat.
Library? My eyes darted toward the door.
What if this was a trap? But something inside me stirred.
If they wanted to hurt me, they could’ve already done so. I slowly raised my hand, muttering something about needing the bathroom. Minutes later, I was slipping into the dim silence of the school library.
The air was thick with dust and the faint smell of old paper. My shoes barely made a sound against the carpet as I made my way to the back corner.
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