After a little while. I ran to the door and turned the knob trying to open it.

"Help! I'm locked in!" I said as I banged on the door. I kept trying to open it. But it was locked and I know that there's nothing I can do to try and open it.

I slammed my fist on the door one last time. I tightened my teeth together as sobs left my mouth. I felt weak and useless as I fell down to my knees. I turned around and faced the venue of the bathroom.

I looked around thinking of what had happened today. This can't be happening the worst second day of school. My eyes felt heavy and I started to black out. Intill I did.

I heard the door swing open. And I immediately flinched away from the noise. I looked toward my surroundings. I'm still in the bathroom. I looked up and saw my 1st period teacher.

"Kiana? I've been looking for you all day! Have you been locked in hear?" She said in a concerned voice.

I nodded. And slowly stood up. My teacher whose name is Mrs Peterson assisted me to her classroom. Where I spent the last 23 minutes left of class.

              (After class)

Since I was at the nurses office. I had no idea what I had for 1st or 2nd period. And I soon found out that in second period I had Michael in it. I wasn't bothered by this since we were friends now. I made my way into the class early so I can pick the seat I wanted before anyone else could.  I thought for a second about sitting near Michael. But I was cautious. He could be like the bad boy from this morning. I sat down at a corner in the front. I heard a familiar voice call my name. And I gulped trying to ignore it

"Kiana!" Called Michael. I turned around and saw Michael wave a hand around. I stood up in regret and walked towards his seat. What does blunt boy want?

"What is it?" I questioned.

"I was just wondering why your eyes are red and glossy. Were you crying?" I flinched at his question.

"No!" I lied. I whipped my hand towards my eyes and whipped whatever gloss was on it. I turned around ready to leave. Suddenly I felt a soft hand grab my wrist. I paused at my tracks.

"Where are you going?" he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Answer my question"

"But, I'm confused"

"Just sit" he said. I rolled my eyes, sat down beside him, Laid my cheek on my fist and sighed. I took out my language arts stuff and prepared a sharpened pencil. I heard the teacher step in and say good morning.

After we settled in the teacher started writing notes down on the board.

"Alright class, today we will recap some basics you learned in 8th grade called subjects and predicates" Seriously I learned this in the 6th. While she chatted on about what was written on the board I wrote them down as notes.

Then I suddenly felt a finger tap my shoulder. I turned towards Michael.

"Hey, do you have a pencil I can borrow?" He said. I reached in my bag for a pencil. And handed it to him. I flinched as he reached for my hand. I moved my hand away and placed the pencil on his desk. I began to write the notes down.

"This pencil doesn't have an eraser" I rolled my eyes and shuffled my hand around my pencil bag. Once I found a pencil with a good eraser I plopped it onto Michael's hands. I fixed my hand to the paper and started to write.

"Shoot, my pencil snapped do you have another pencil?" Ugh this guy is so annoying. I threw my pencil into His hand

"You happy now!" I whispered harshly.

"What's going on back there?" Asked the teacher from the front of the distant class. I heard Michael's mouth open and I immediately started talking.

"Nothing!" I cleared my throat and said it again quietly. "Nothing"

She smiled and turned back to the board. I looked towards Michael. He was peacefully writing down notes without a smile. Come prepared next time

Deadly boring, I know but not every chapter in my book is perfect. Trust me it will get better then this you'll see.

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