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Discharge Notes:Patient expressed desire for “normalcy” and was released into the care of her paternal aunt and cousin. Continued outpatient therapy recommended.
I knewthat there was something wrong with that bitch and after I had everything I needed, I would show Gunner who he was really choosing over her.
Colonel Richardson High Gazette
2016–2017 School Year
Two Accidents Raise Safety Concerns
Students and faculty at Colonel Richardson High School are reeling after a series of unusual incidents on campus this year.
In March, ascience lab accidentleft one student with severe burns after equipment malfunctioned.
In April, anaccidental poisoninghappened when the kitchen distributed several ice coffees contaminated with mothballs to members of the cheerleading squad.
Just weeks later, agymnasium collapseduring after-school activities injured three students when faulty bleachers gave way.
Though both incidents were labeled accidents by school officials, whispers among students suggest “bad luck” seems to follow certain classmates.
Chapter 15
Pepper
Class was in full swing, and I was in my element. The early mornings and late nights of studying were something that I would have to get used to, but I could do this, besides I had Char for support. We were good study partners. Being on campus has been quite the learning curve for me. I wasn't like Char. She was the smart outgoing girl that could talk to anyone at any time. While I was also just smart, I chose solitude and the company of those I felt knew me best which at the moment was only Char and the family. Char has made a few acquaintances, and we have even been invited to a study group, but I wasn’t sure if that was going to work for me. I wasn’t a fan of new people or big crowds, but I would have to push through in order to complete this program. And I didn’t want to stop Char from being great. She was a social butterfly, but she would pull back to make sure I was comfortable and as much as I appreciated that about her my mental health issues weren’t her burden to bear.
“Your clinical groups for this semester have been selected and are listed on the portal. This is the group you will be with throughout your time at the respective clinical sites.” Our clinical instructor told the class.
“Will we find out about our clinical site as well?” Asked one of the girls from class.
“Yes, the location and your clinical instructor will be listed as well. If you have further questions, please don’t hesitate to speak with your advisors. Class dismissed, we'll see you all next week. Don't forget to study chapters two-fifteen for the exam,” she said as we made our way out of the classroom.
The quad buzzed with students and laughter spilling across the lawn. I clutched my books tighter as I walked to the library, trying to drown out Nyx humming in my ear. And then a cold sensation crept up my spine making me freeze on the spot. I lifted my head, peering around the campus to see what had spooked me, when my eyes landed on the figure of a man standing behind a bush right outside the double doors of the math building. There he was, his eyes were on me, hollow and accusing. His lips moved soundlessly in a word I could barely make out.
Murderer.
My knees wobbled and the world tilted.
“No,” I hissed under my breath. “You’re not real.”
“He’s not there! We have nothing to worry about. We got rid of him and he’s not coming back.”
But he’s right there Nyx, we need to do something.
“We already did. Now stop looking and fix your fucking face. It will be alright I promise. We just need to relax.”
But her voice sounded unlike her normal confident self, less certain, like she wasn’t fully convinced herself.
“Hey Leila, wait up!” I was startled by someone calling me by the name I had given everyone on campus.
I turned to find Samuel, a guy from a few of my classes walking towards me with a smile on his face. But I was still looking in the direction of the bush. But when the crowd shifted, blocking my view and when I looked up, he was gone. So, I shookoff the feeling of unease and focused on the guy in front of me. Samuel took Pathophysiology and Microbiology with us and was one of the people that had invited us to join his study group. He was a nice-looking white guy with beautifully tanned skin that made him look like he was from a mediterranean country. With sea green eyes and a jaw that looked like it had been carved out of marble. Short black curls hung down in his eyes and framed his handsome features that were highlighted with a dazzling smile.
He had tattoos that trailed down his arms and decorated his neck giving him a little edge to his clean-cut appearance that screamed that he was destined for a career in the ER. His presence dwarfed mine as he caught up with me and I waited to hear what he needed. Samuel wasn’t anyone I considered a friend, but he was always friendly and initiated conversation when I was in the same setting as him and our other classmates. He made an effort to make sure I felt included unlike some of the other students that ignored my existence all together.
“Are you okay? You look a little frazzled.” He asked, looking at me with concern.
“No, I’m fine. Just thought I saw something, that's all.” I said, fixing my face like I was interested in whatever he had to say.
“Oh, okay,” he smiled. “We got the same clinical rotation at Memorial with Dr. Bryant.”
