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my head pounds, dread weighing my aching legs down as i trudge through the halls of the school.
the text was oddly cryptic—“when you get home, we need to talk.”
on the group chat between my parents. some shit was going on and I didn’t know what, but the day was almost over regardless. i fought off tears of anxiety. what did they want to talk about? did they find out about him?
i shakily fumble for my phone—trying to maybe tell Him, but my veins pump with terror. that stupid icon—the hourglass one—covered my screen.
they knew. they had to.
the bell overhead rings, and other students rush past me, shoving me against each other like a very..stressed out ping pong ball? but that was kind of a weird anology but whatever, I had way worse things to worry about.