Time feels like it's frozen. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion. The people around her are staring and all she can seem to do is stand there. Frozen to the spot like an ice block as she continues to hear the slow laughs echo around the hallway.
'Serves you right, Terrorist!' A jock mockingly shouts as she continues to limply stand in the middle of the hallway. Eventually the laughing stops. The people get bored of her silent misery and walk away. The girl knows that they're going to let everyone know about this.
Aylin had been slushied.
