Snippet #1902682

Zaria groaned. She would be late for class on the third day of school as a senior. One would think she'd know her way around by now, but she was lost. The pink haired girl sighed, when she felt her phone vibrate. She took it from her back pocket and looked at it. There was one message, from somebody called A, and a reply asking if it was a joke. Just as she was about to reply, another text came. Sorry to disappoint, honey, but no, this is no joke, and no amount of drugs is gonna' change that. Whoops, almost let something slip there - A

The small girl froze in her tracks. Could this girl possibly know about the party? She looked around, but just as she did somebody ran into her. She stumbled forward, nearly tackling a Spanish boy going the other way. She stood up and looked at the boy, lost for words. "I'm so sorry, I just... People..." she wasn't sure how to explain and was clearly stressed. Anxious, she brushed some hair behind her left ear.

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before she started hyperventilating. Oh great, Zaria thought. This A person probably knows about that too... "I just- are you ok?" she asked.