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Scout waved as the two girls left with her left hand while her right was busy pressing the water bottle she had received against her forehead. She shook as chilling droplets landed on her nose and lap, blue eyes wearily scanning the auditorium. People had gathered back inside, chatting quietly as Scout heard the blaring sirens of police cars and ambulances. The noises, though far off, already nauseated Scout to the point of turning green with fear, and after a moment of letting her feet tap aimlessly she stood, turning to bow her head slightly at Ms. Hastings.

“My… Parents. They’re worried sick about me.” She was lying through her teeth, though her lax expression would make it almost impossible to tell, “I’ve gotta run, thanks for everything.” And before she could be pulled back to her seat with coaxing hands Scout turned and ran towards the exit closest to the stage. Slipping the water bottle into her rather roomy sweatshirt pockets, Scout took her now free hand and flipped open her phone. The old screen lit up instantly, though no new messages were seen. She kept one eye on the old phone and another on the empty halls around her. Her loud steps reverberated against the lockers and panelled walls, sounding much heavier than Scout ever intended, but she wasn’t too focused on staying hidden now. Instead, her eyes scanned the shaking keyboard of her phone, typing out a message to her old ‘friend’ Noah.

To: Noah
The plan is off murder at school cops are gonna be swarning town soon i need to talk to you go to wilcoxs party

Not caring much for her typos or punctuation she hit send, and as she glanced up she skidded to a stop, right in front of the school’s main doors. Scout sucked in a few breaths, glancing back once to make sure Hastings didn’t follow her before pushing through the doors. The September sunlight blinded her momentarily, and Scout blinked away the blue afterimages of the day quickly before staring at the scene before her. The crowd was still gathered down by the assembly hall’s entrance, though a few stragglers from town had started to walk towards it, and Scout stepped forward cautiously before breaking into a half-jog, quickly making her way from the school towards The Gallery.

In all honesty, Scout didn’t have much of a plan. Jay was elsewhere, she didn’t really wanna bother him, and everyone else was caught up with seeing the body. She felt sick, lonely, ignored, and even worse as she realized what a scumbag she was for feeling that way. Cutting through a few yards, Scout eventually made her way into the familiar building, and after scaling the stairs up to her massive pieces she collapsed, landing like a broken doll onto the hard cement floor. She heard shuffling in the shadows, probably some junkie or homeless person, and after a moment of heavy breathing she lifted her head and glared, hoping her sharp eyes would scare them off. She then crawled, very slowly, to her current piece and settled against the wall, flinching as she knocked over a few spraypaint cans. Breathing deeply, Scout calmed her frayed nerves and reached for the water bottle that had been painfully banging against her hip. She opened it with a shaky grasp, sipping the chilled water slowly until it was half drained. Another sigh escaped her lips, and she placed the water bottle beside her knee while pulling out her phone again. At a loss on what to do, her mind turned towards the eventual booze and lights of Everett’s party. Who would be going? She glanced down at her thumb, which tapped quietly on her phone’s keyboard, and then with sudden inspiration she slowly typed out a message to her two best friends.

To: Jaaaaay, Ollie
You guys going to wilcox’s party? I dont wanna go alone

And once the message was sent she let her hand drop and her head lolled lazily onto her shoulder. What a day, what a day.
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