NARRATOR'S POV
Andrea stood in the hallway, impatiently tapping her right foot on the floor. It was unfortunate and frustrating, but her rushed attempt to talk to Alexander did not exactly end well- and for that reason, she now knew that she will need help.
Placing a thumb between her lips, Andrea started facing back and forth- using her porcelain teeth she's now biting down at the tip of her thumb.
Deciding what needed to be done, she marched towards Rachelle's door.
Taking a deep breath, Andrea knocked on the door- three solid and sharp knocks hitting the wooden surface.
Startled, Rachelle immediately opened the door as panic consumed her.
"Y-yes?" she asked, beads of sweat forming in her temple.
"May I talk to you?" Andrea asked her dull eyes staring straight at Rachelle's sparkling ones.
"O-of course, come on in" Rachelle offered but Andrea shook her head in decline.
