School is normal until third hour English. During first and second hour, she had flooded in with the rest of the students, and then sat down and day dreamed through the whole class. They were not happy day dreams though. They were dreams about Anson. She'd wake from her dreams, startled and scared. Hardly anyone around her seemed to notice. Except for Drew. In between first and second hour, he mysteriously disappears into the office. And in third hour, Bianca hears her name over the intercom, telling her to go to the guidance counselor. She glances at Drew who looks at her innocently, but she knows that he went into the office to tell the counselor that she was acting 'strange'.
She walks into the guidance counselor room, not bothering to knock, she says "What do you want?"
"Bianca, sweetie." the older woman, Miss. Sauvé tells her, "Your friends have been worrying about you."
"So?"
"Take a seat, sweetie." Miss. Sauvé says, motioning towards the chair on the other side of her desk.
"No thank you."
"Miss DeSousa, that was not an offer, that was an order."
Bianca felt too weak to protest, and her body ached, so she sat in the chair and stared at Miss Sauvé.
"Is there anything bothering you, Bianca?" Miss Sauvé asks.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Another student is concerned about your well-being, Bianca." Miss Sauvé says, "This student noticed that you had some injuries… is everything alright at home?"
"Everything's splendid." Bianca says in a flat tone.
"This student suggested that maybe one of your mother's boyfriends may be hurting you…" Miss Sauvé begins, but Bianca interrupts her.
"This Student needs to mind his own business." she says angrily.
"Bianca, he seemed to care a great deal about you."
"If he really cared, he'd leave me alone." Bianca says, getting up out of the chair.
"Bianca, come back, I'm not finished talking to you."
"My mother wouldn't like me talking to you, so you're going to need permission from her first."
"Okay." Miss Sauvé says, using the same stubborn voice Bianca used "What's her phone number?"
"Don't bother." Bianca says, "She doesn't answer for me, let alone strange numbers she doesn't know."
Bianca slings her bag over her shoulder and walks out the door.
She doesn't care if she has to take a whole other year of school. She walks out the door, and down the street. She walks aimlessly for a few minutes before she becomes fearful. She can't shake the feeling that someone is following her. She quickly turns around, discovering she was correct. Someone is following her. But it's Drew, not Anson.
She sighs in relief. Drew is looking at her strangely though, and she soon realizes it's because she's crying. She doesn't know when she started crying.
She reaches up and wipes her tears away, glancing away from Drew and acting as if she doesn't see him. She begins walking again, not really sure where she's going. But soon she stops walking. She sees a man in an alley, hiding in the shadows. She stops in the middle of the sidewalk and Drew comes up behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder, which startles her.
"Bianca," he says, "Please, talk to me."
"About what?" she asks, "There's nothing to talk about."
"There obviously is," Drew says, "You ran out of Miss Sauvé's room crying. Everyone saw it."
She stares at him "Everyone?"
"Pretty much."
That's enough to make her cave in and start crying even more, and she ever lets Drew walk close to her and wrap her in a warm hug.
"Come on, B." He tells her, his arm still around her, "We'll walk back to my house, okay?"
She nods and walks along wit him tears falling peacefully down her cheeks, just like they did the night Anson attacked her.
