I went back to school yesterday and already i am so so busy so i am sorry if my updates aren't so frequent! Ok so in this fanfic i am trying to get a message across to people. One of the messages you might of picked up from the last chapter. Tell someone if you have a problem. Just think about that. But my next message will be soon revealed during the next few chapters, so if you this you know what it is review and let me know. It is something i feel passionate about at the moment xxx ok so enjoy chapter nine and review!
Claire's POV
"Miss Danvers?"
My head shot up off my desk.
"37 squared?" I answered sleepily.
"Am I boring you Miss Danvers? Would you like to go and wake up outside?" My professor asked, clearly annoyed.
"No sir, sorry sir, i just -"
" Now when you take the data from a distance-time graph and . . ." My physics professor, completely ignoring me, carried on teaching the lesson. I love physics, everybody knows that but for some reason I can't seem to concentrate lately. Eve only said this morning that she'd noticed i'd been getting impatient . And tired. Very tired.
The lunch bell sounded and the class began to shuffle around, packing up their bags. Slowly I began to do the same.
"Ok class your assignments are due in on Monday, that gives you four days to complete them so i want no excuses other than death ok?"
"Yes sir." We all responded.
"Good. Class dismissed." I began to head towards the door when he called "Danvers can I have a quick word?"
I sighed, knowing it was a rhetorical question. I walked to his desk which he was half sat on with his arms crossed. Today he was wearing a yucky coloured brown suit with matching tie. His hair was greased back and his glasses were poised on the end of his nose.
"Yes sir?" I asked, now standing before him.
" Claire i fear that your effort in my class seems to be lacking. You seem to be literally 'falling asleep during my lectures'."
Oh no. I fought the urge to rub my temples as my head started to pound.
"Now, I dont know whether it is just happening in my class or whether you are the same in other classes, but it makes me sad Claire."
I had to get out of here. I had to get air.
"You are such a promising student, so bright and full of potential. Please don't through your opportunities away. Just start trying harder ok?" He asked.
I nodded my head, to scared that i'd throw up if i opened my mouth.
My professor sighed. "Ok off you go."
I didn't even say thank you. I sprinted out of the classroom as fast as i could, weaving in and out of people who were staring at me in the corridor. I made my way out and into the eating area where picnic benches where scattered around and the on campus shops where. I sat on one of the very few picnic benches that were free and took deep breaths. Now rubbing my temples my head began to clear so that only a slight throb was left. I let out a sigh of relief and looked around me and saw that the coffee shop was open. I could vaguely remember Eve saying she was working there this afternoon so i decided to pay her a visit.
Eve's POV
"That's £6.99 please." I told the customer.
"What? That's ridiculous!"
"No, whats ridiculous is the amount you just ordered." I chided.
But the costumer wasn't having it. "Im going to see the manager!"
"You'll do shit! Manager ain't happy as it is. Look pay or leave, your choice." I snapped.
The guy looked slightly embarrassed at being shouted at by a girl. He took what he ordered and with his head down walked over to a table where his mates were wetting themselves with laughter. I smirked to myself, knowing i shouldn't like making people uncomfortable, but i do i do i do! Hmm all well at least Michael digs it.
"Eve?"
"Huh?" I looked up and saw my best friend stood at the counter infront of me.
"Claire, hi! Hows school?"
Claire sighed and rolled her eyes "Its school what do you think?"
I laughed but then stopped and then gasped "Did you just make an insult to school? Isnt that like against your religion?"
Claire just laughed. "Hows your day?"
"Ah same old same old. Want your usual?"
"Um no i'm ok ta."
I frowned. Claire always orders her usual. "Have you eaten yet today?" I quickly asked, not wanting to be a nagging mum.
"Yeah sure." She replied eyes down. I knew she was lying.
"Claire you hardly ate anything last night either! You can't keep skipping meals, you can't -" I stopped when Claire grabbed the counter and moaned.
"Claire, sweetie are you ok?"
"Yeah i just -" And before she could finished her legs gave way and she collaspes in a heap on the floor.
"Oh my God!" I screamed. I ran around the counter and crouched next to my best friend. She was unconscious.
"Someone call 911!" I yelled..I briefly saw a few people getting out their phones before i turned back to Claire. I shook her lightly.
"Come on." I muttered. "Come back to me CB."
No response.
I heard the ambulances alarms wail, letting me know they were not far away. My eyes clouded with tears as i clutched my unconscious friends body.
Please, I prayed. If there is a God up there, let my CB be ok.
In the next chapter you might find out what is wrong with Claire . . .
