The large brick building started to come into view, it's harsh lights, gleaming down upon her tan skin. She trudged toward the courtyard, her feet almost dragging from lack of sleep. Her head shook, batting away her thoughts, trying to focus on her long day ahead.
"You look like crap," Kevin chuckled, jabbing her in the ribs,
"Thanks," Ali rolled her eyes at the comment.
The two walked toward the benches, where the rest of their friends sat. They all mingled together, one conversation sparking another. Each day a new story to tell, even in the most dull of places.
"Good morning," Ali sighed, placing down her bags, and slumping beside Isabelle.
Her hair was long, and slightly tangled, not a care in the world.
"Morning," she smiled back, "did you hear the news?"
Ali furrowed her brows, "what news?"
"Oh, about the new girl?" Kevin chimed in.
Isabelle nodded, pursing her lips, as if she hadn't decided how she felt about her yet.
Ali started scoping out the area in search of the newcomer. She squinted her eyes as she looked toward the tree line.
"Have you met her yet?" Ali mused.
"Yeah, just once," Isabelle nodded.
Ali was always eager to learn about new people, though never courageous enough to get to know them herself. She stared at her feet before tilting up her head, "Whats she like?"
Kevin chuckled a bit, as if he knew the answer.
Isabelle ran her finger through her tangles, "She's uhm,- a character."
Ali laughed, "Well, i'm intrigued. Does mystery girl have a name?"
Kevin cocked his head, "Heather, right?"
Isabelle shrugged, her mind already wondering somewhere else.
"Well, where is she?" Ali raised her brows.
"She's right behind you," came a sassy voice from behind.
Ali turned around instantly, her eyes almost bulging out of her head.
The girl smiled widely, "I'm Heather. You are?"
She sat, frozen, her mouth agape. A million thoughts floated around in her head. She started hearing the voice inner head, and felt her fingers start to tingle. She felt dizzy, starting to stand up, ready to make a break for it.
"Uhm-I-I have to go," she squeeked, scurrying off.
The girl looked in her direction, strangely, not sure of what just happened.
"Was it something I said?" Heather asked.
Ali ran down the long hallway, her heels clomping against the tile. She felt her chest tighten, and her breath stiffen. The world started to spin as she made it into a bathroom stall.
Breathe .
It can't be her.
Inhale.
It looks like her.
Exhale.
Its her.