Around one hour later, Vicky sweaty, panting, and tired, had reached Supul Academy. She had run the entire way there, her tolerance shortening along with the distance to the school.
By the time she had got there, no one was standing outside, like they normally would be.
She quickly darted inside.
“V I C K Y !” a voice cried.
Vicky turned around. Sara was running towards her.
“Wow,” Vciky thought. She had been in the building for about 2 seconds. . .
“Vicky, Ryan left me!” Sara moaned. Without breaking stride, Vicky ran up the stairs, Sara following her.
“Did I miss the beginning-of-the-year assembly?” Vicky asked, reaching the top floor.
“No, its in 5 minutes R Y A N!!” Sara screamed.
Vicky remained silent. This was the fourth time Sara and Ryan had broken up. Each of the 3 previous times, they got back together exactly 3 weeks after breaking up.
“What is different this time than it was the 3 other times?” Vicky asked.
“This time it was in the morning! Morning sounds like mourning, like I will be mourning him for the rest of my life.”
As Sara continued to ramble on, a girl Vicky didn’t know walked behind them.
She just stood there, waiting.
With an impatient look on her face.
“Umm. . . Hi,” Vicky said, cutting across Sara.
“You are in front of my locker idiot,” the girl growled.
“Oh! Sorry!” Vicky said, shifting to the right. The girl stepped up to her locker, violently pushing past Vicky as she went.
“. . . And then Ryan told me to just buy the boquet of flowers. But . . . I did not want them!” Sara continued, as though nothing had just happened.
The other girl slammed her locker shut, as though still violently annoyed.
Vicky turned to look at her. But she was already gone.
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