A Hero Of Your Own Devices

You were gone that day, and I knew what had happened. When I found out he was gone, and she was in the hospital, I knew what happened.

I ran my fingers through my short red hair as I attempted to focuse on the worksheet my english teacher had handed us.

"Alex Fairhaven to the office, Alex Fairhaven to the office" the intercom annouced.

My heartbeat sped up. Was he dead now too? I blinked my crystal blue eyes in shock, as I raised my hand. My teacher, Mr Vandell nodded, and I stood up to go, clutching my english binder to my chest and looping my purse over my arm. I really didn't know what was wrong. I began to take the trek to the office, my high heels clicking on the ground. My body was shaking, my arms and legs sore in all the wrong places. Something explained the lack of sleep from last night. I timidly opened the door to the office and walked in, meek as a mouse. My eyes felt as though they were welling with tears.

"Hello, you paged me." My voice shook, but was clearer than I trusted it to be.

"Oh yes, theres a message for you, someone dropped it off, they sealed it with wax so we didn't open it" The receptionist said. I smiled weakly, all this scare for nothing.

The woman handed me the creamy, thick envelope.

"Thank you" I responded graciously, smiling delicately once again. The woman looked at me.

"I hope you're okay, I know Crystal was your friend"

"I'm fine" I stated, spinning on my heel and walking out of the office. I was going to find a way to get out of class, no matter what.

The End

2 comments about this story Feed