Ren looked at me like he was going to murder me and then stuff me somewhere at the backyard of his house.
But none of that ever happened because the bell rang and I escaped through the crowd. I didn't have the luxury of going back to class because we all got stopped at the corridors.
Temperature guns were shoved in our faces and people where segregated according to a maximum temperature limit we didn't even know.
I watched on as one by one the line began to disappear. Looking back, I saw Ren behind a girl who obviously cared more about her manicured nails more than she cared about the possibility of imminent death. She certainly didn't give two hats about a bacteria or virus flying about the school and infecting everyone.
Sighing, I let my eyes travel to Kienna who was obviously freaking out of her navy green boots. She looked ashen like she had been diagnosed with some kind of terminal disease. I would have felt a slight amount of pity for her if the image of her shoving her breasts into Ren's face hadn't popped up into my mind right then.
I don't know why it bothered me so much but it did. And it didn't matter how many times I denied it in my head....i didn't like it.
My eyes locked with hers for a second and she gave me the murder you sign with with thumb.
I rolled my eyes in a show of absolute nonchalence but it didn't work. There was a sudden scream of terror, a horrifying sound that filled the hallway making goosebumps rise on the side of my arms like a rash as I turned to seek out the source of the sound. My eyes registered the ashen faces of everyone before they fell on the unrecognisable lump on the floor. It can't be...
Everyone began to move back, making way for the girl who was currently taking deep breaths as if a piece of apple was stuck in her throat.
Her gasps resonated in the hallway making it seem like every breath she took was being amplified by a Bluetooth speaker. In that moment, I felt arms wrap around me and I liked the warmth it provided so much that I barely cared about the identity of the person behind the hug. It just felt so much like home, and I was reluctant to let that feeling go.